Harmful Thoughts
Worthless, useless, not enough. These are words I have to hear.
Get away, who wants you. Why would we keep you around? These things deep down I’ve grown to fear.
But it’s more than that, I’ve come to know
These things I despise within my soul.
I don’t need others to tell them to me
They are always within, never let me be.
A product of the way things are
They stay around never stray far.
Better them away, keep them at bay
Else in the end they grip, hold sway.
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