angry poem

i’m not fucking scared of anything. spin me around like i weigh nothing, throw me off a balcony, show me shadows in my dark bedroom and leave me alone with them for awhile. i’m not fucking scared, keep going, i’m good. now tell me you hate me. you wish every night i would drown. let me know all the terrible things you say when someone asks about me. my hands don’t shake, my ribs dont crack. i’m just fine, boy. i’m not afraid of you.

we are young, we play our music loud,drink until we can’t stand, we sneak out, get grounded, fail tests, run wild, we make friendships that only last a month, lie about where we are, cry in the bathroom, try new things, sleep for hours, binge eat, go through lovers like we go through our expensive clothes. we are young,we are the corrupted youth.
we are the hated generation,but they forget who raised us.
—  diaryofasocialintrovert
I can’t believe I was stupid enough to think you actually loved me, I was so naive to think you actually cared. Now here I am four months later still clueless to the reality that you only care when it’s convenient for you, and when you want to use me for your own personal game. Guess what asshole? I’m not a doll you can play with when you get bored. I’m a girl who has feelings and a girl who once loved you. I’m done. Stop playing games and leave me alone.
—  an excerpt from a book I’ll never write

I fucking hate you,
I know that’s not poetic,
But it’s not meant to be
No matter how I format this poem
No matter how many metaphors I insert
It’ll never feel as fresh as the words

“I fucking hate you.”

—  m.n., you aren’t worth my eloquence