I am the curse that has been cast into your life. I am the one who feeds your despair and watches your life twist into something that does not hold beauty. I am the reason that you cheat on your boyfriend with the hot guy at the party. I am the reason that you slip a knife through your skin and sigh happily at the pain. I am the reason that you blow your brains out against a wall because, "they didn't understand you." I am the tough love that reminds you daily that you are alone. I am the curse that hides in your heart. And you are the one who lets me in with open arms and fuels me with your self pity and your complaining. Oh the world hates me! Oh why doesn't he love me? Oh woe is me!
I am your curse. And you are my host, but I could never have been here had you just shut the hell up and let life go on. I am what happens when you dwell on the past and seek compassion from an uncompassionate world. Look in the mirror, you pathetic heap of self pity. I am what is staring you in the face. And you are the one who cries out to be set free. I will leave when you force me out. But you never will because you like the attention that your scars get you. You relish in the pain that others inflict upon you so that you can run home and complain about something else. I am the one who laughs when you cry because you are not beautiful. I am the one who points out every flaw you have just so you can cry some more.
You say that it doesn't matter what they think and yet you hide behind my mask because you are afraid to let them see your smile. I am the ugliness that you blame when he says he won't go out with you. I gain my strength with every tear that you shed. Your self loathing makes me happy and I watch you crumble under the pressures of a society that won't accept you. I find entertainment in your struggles to stay sad and pathetic. No one will care about you if you are strong. That is what you say and I do not deny you. I am your curse. I am your frown. I am your madness. And you are my puppet. But go ahead and break the strings. Stand on your own two feet for once. Let's see how far you'll run. But it's just so much easier if I'm in charge, isn't it? You sad excuse for a person. At least the ones who beat you down can walk alone! But you refuse to because I am your curse and you won't let me go. You hold onto me for dear life and I can't help but grin. Because I am sadistic and twisted and I am all yours. You love me. I hate you.
I am the reason that you won't let him touch you. I am the one who reminds you that you are ugly and you are the one who believes me. I am the one who whispers in your ear that you are worthless and you are the one that brings my words to life. I am the one that you are supposed to fight. But it's so much easier to embrace me instead. I am the one that you can't hide from.
You see me every time you see yourself!
You don't care about what your friends might be going through because every thing that's wrong with you is just so much worse! Open your eyes you selfish pest! You are not the only one on this planet who knows pain. You don't even know the beginning of pain and yet you claim that your world is falling to pieces around you. You are the one who will not speak to others when things go wrong. You are the one who decides to fuck the pain away and then go through school being known as a slut. I am simply the one that takes you down that road. If you said to stop, then I would slam on the breaks and jump out of that stinking vehicle. You just need to ask. But instead you sit and you scream and you yell. MY LIFE SUCKS! NO ONE UNDERSTANDS ME! NO ONE LOVES ME! And so on and so on. I am the one who won't tell you to get over it and move on. Boo hoo, so your life isn't the best. Get in line for the pity party because there are six billion people waiting for some one to give a shit ahead of you.
I am your curse. I am your ugly face. I am your distorted mind. I am your sick heart. I am your pain. And I am waiting for the day when you kick me out. But you never will. You are ugly and stupid and you cannot be loved. YOU LET ME IN! All you had to do was keep your damned head up. All you had to do was walk on those legs without a crutch that you don't need. But you want to be carried through life on a throne of pity and so that is what you got. Now will you please give it all up already, this is getting old? You are pathetic. You are selfish. You don't matter. How many insults will it take for you to shut me up and walk alone? I could do this all day! You fail at life. You have no soul. Your heart is deformed. Your face is hideous. LET ME OUT!
I am your curse. And I am fucking tired.