This pillow no comfort
the damage is done
I strove and I tried
In vain to out run

Running in circles
From persecution of thought
Each time the same
Slaughtered for nought

There's a pattern I know
With the slightest reprieve
My brain with my critics
Twists guilt to believe

If you only tried harder
If you got off your butt
Were a better human
You'd escape this rut.

So I do all I can
I try really hard
Then Monday rolls round
Nothing's left to regard.

I gave all I had
But they're not around
Don't witness the crumble
Don't hear the sound.

It is but whisper
The slightest of cries
Malaise masked emotion
Not seen in the eyes.

Her words ruminate
When I've once again slipped
They reach through my chest
Last pieces are stripped

I let it wash over
Thank her with a smile
For advice that she offered
Though her motives are vile

All week it will fester
The strength that she stole
Those final remarks
Plunged deep to the soul.

I know she's pathetic
I know she is dumb
But I still try to please
Again she's won.

So why tolerate it?
Ceaseless cavilling quips
Why grant such power
To stinky vile partisanship?

Yes I nearly wrote shit
The word would serve well
Oh look whoops I did it
So damn me to hell

Yes she's a stinker
A tiny minded bore
Vicious and nasty
Selfish to the core.

These lessons take time
I've now learned them in spades
Tired of the game play
Let's end the charades

I once lacked self concept
Your approval I sort
I find I care less
Of your opinions or thought

I'm not who I was
I care much less of you
This is my family
Away with you, Shoo.

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Day 5 of sttem poetry school100 day challenge.

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