I Tell Myself

This poem is about the denial we often put ourselves to avoid the truth. This poem is about how we also often justify the terrible offenses that people commit against us. Please comment below!

Time and time again, 

I tell myself that it doesn't matter

That hurtful words are simply words. Words that are formed out of spite and anger. Nothing more, nothing less.

I tell myself that I deserve it

That my authenticity is too brash and too bold. Rather, it should be masked over with a triter and plainer version. A version that attracts people, rather than one that pushes them away. 

I tell myself that I'm a fool

For believing in the everlasting kindness in their welcoming ways.

I tell myself that I'm better off an outsider

That isolation from this cruel world suits me. That being an outcast, rather than an active participant of society is my calling, my vocation rather. 

This denial, this refusal of the truth, deprives me from my true happiness. 

This is it. This is me. 

Completely and utterly alone. 

Author's Note

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