Feelings

By: Megan

The one thing I hate most is feelings.

Feeling like I’m never good enough.

Like I'm worthless.

Like I don’t deserve it.

All feelings that stem from other people’s value they placed onto me.

From how people treat me

And by how they interact with me.

I was not warned of the sadness that would overwhelm me when I joined a conversation and it dulled to an end.

Or the depression I would dive into after people decided to make fun of the things that made me, me.

And especially of the anxiety filling my body when people would not respond to my endless texts.

Feelings 

Feelings 

Feelings

All dictated by others who either pretend to care or are too ignorant to pay attention.

Carelessly leaving impressions in my brain of the tragedy that ensued.

But who cares?

Certainly not I.

For I have been tossed around for far too long to even be surprised.

Manipulated by the words of others and lied to so that they won’t feel bad.

Why do my feelings matter less?

And why are mine “too extreme”?

But it was you who left me depressed and with a bad self esteem.