Art AI-Generated by Dream Wombo, edited by Ace Melee via Picsart
My value is nothing.
The world and I are persuaded
About my intelligence.
Everyone assumes
I will fall and fracture.
Before I sleep, I tell myself,
"I don't deserve to be miserable."
If my friend is present, he’ll say,
They’ll leave me.
Funny enough, the school voices
I will soon find my place.
I scan my appearance up and down in my vanity--
My imperfect image is there.
I always talk to myself
To dismiss what the bullies say about me.
My consciousness and heart go into a debate--
Am I more important than what people say?
About the Creator
Ace Melee
Hello, everyone! Creative writing is an essential asset for me since it frees my imagination from getting hit by the barrier of the skull. It hurts when it's locked in and roars when oppressed- it was destined to soar.
Comments (1)
It is not, though I understand how difficult it is to quiet those voices in your head, the ones that keep ringing long after all outside voices have been silenced. Add social media to the mix & perhaps they never quiet.