What Am I To You?

You make me feel like nothing, and that is exactly what I am.

What am I,
other than worthless?
As that is the best word,
you've chose to describe me.
I've shown you the best that I could be,
The best that even I know I am.
And yet, it's never enough for you.
Do you think you're higher than me?
Do you believe that I should kiss the ground you walk on?
What am I to you?
Other than a thing to admire at times,
a thing you pay no attention to.
What am I,
other than a ghost trapped in a body?
In my own words, that is.
As I am no longer anything in my own eyes.
For you've taken all that is me,
all that I could have ever been.
With your hurtful words, 
I've been drained.
My soul is gone, torn away from me, my flesh.
I am nothing but a hard, cold, body.
Unable to move,
Unable to speak.
Unable to believe that I could exist in a world of perfection,
Because you've forced me to believe that I am only the breath
it takes to say the word 'Perfection'.
I am nothing to you,
I see now.
And that has only made me believe,
that I am nothing to myself either.


What am I to anyone?
Other than dirt you all walk upon.
What am I to myself?
Nothing but a damaged body, complete emptiness.
What am I to you?
Nothing.
Nothing at all.

Author's Note

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