They know how much it hurts, and they take advantage of it. They laugh at me, mock me, make fun of everything I am. They can see the pain in my eyes, the struggle, and yet they still do it. They treat me like an object for their amusement, like I’m just something to be degraded. And the worst part is, I can’t escape it.
Instead of helping those like me, they actively enjoy making things worse. They don’t care how much it affects me, how much it destroys me. It’s like they get some sick pleasure from knowing that I’ll never have what they have, that I’ll never be able to be happy.
They know how deeply their words cut, how they leave scars on my mind, and yet they keep doing it. They keep laughing when I do something wrong, mocking me when I try to speak, whispering about me when I’m not looking.
And all I can do is sit here and take it, feeling more and more worthless every day. I can’t escape the constant reminders that I’ll never be good enough. They see me as a joke, and they make sure I know it. They watch as I struggle, as I try to make sense of a world that doesn’t care about me, and they smile, because they know they have the power to break me even further.
Instead of helping those like me, they actively enjoy making things worse. They don’t care how much it affects me, how much it destroys me. It’s like they get some sick pleasure from knowing that I’ll never have what they have, that I’ll never be able to be happy.
They know how deeply their words cut, how they leave scars on my mind, and yet they keep doing it. They keep laughing when I do something wrong, mocking me when I try to speak, whispering about me when I’m not looking.
And all I can do is sit here and take it, feeling more and more worthless every day. I can’t escape the constant reminders that I’ll never be good enough. They see me as a joke, and they make sure I know it. They watch as I struggle, as I try to make sense of a world that doesn’t care about me, and they smile, because they know they have the power to break me even further.
