your doing
should i be blaming myself for the things i believe?
if i had never heard the things they said, would these thoughts even echo in my mind? would i still innocently love my soul, my vessel, and my body the way i once did?
they pointed at my flaws and told me i was different. they laughed in my face and found joy in watching me hurt. they taunted me, just for being.
was i too loud? was i too excited? did i make a mistake? why are you shaming me? what did i do to deserve this? what is wrong with me?
i feel stupid when i smile. i feel like a fool when i stand out. i feel like a complete idiot when i speak.
i didn’t mean to do anything wrong. i just wanted to be myself. why do you hate me so much?
is it my fault?