Pathetic

Pathetic
Is the first word
I think of,
When I see myself
In a mirror.

Why am I
On this planet?
If it's to hurt those
Around me,
Then I'd rather not
Be here.
At all.

Hurt me,
Destroy Me,
Cut Me,
But not the people
I care about.
I'll take the pain
And keep it inside
To myself.
Let me
Be the one
To cry
And get hurt.
But not them,
They don't deserve it,
But I do.

I am not special,
Nor am I of importance.
I'm nothing,
But a serious case
Of bad luck.
Enough!
With the lies
And misjudgments.
You see nothing
But the outside of me.
What about the inside?
Do I not have
Inner Beauty?
Am I that ugly
On the inside
That you see nothing
But the outside?

Why am I here?
I belong
Six feet under,
Watching everyone else
Be happy
Without my interference.
After all,
I'm a no good distraction.

Pathetic
I am.
Important and Special
I am not.

Millie J. Skosher