Why me?
Why do you always do this to me?
Why do you always have to be a reflection of my unworthy existence and my appearance?
I'm not even sure if it's pain anymore;
feels more like a dark emotions of insecurity.
Feels more like a cloak of invisibility.
You're supposed to approach me with hope and joy but all your actions make my trust in you regretful.
Is this what you've been told to play with me,love?
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