Pulling Your Hair Out

I used to become a depressive mass of angst and low self esteem for no reason at all it seems.

believe them as they tell you your not welcome!

or your not good enough..

behind every white lie,

is a little piece of truth.

how truthful you see it to be,

depends on how well they can lie;

and how much you hate yourself..

Author's Note

There was a second poem to go along with this one. I didnt like it much. if youd like to see it ill post it..