self inflicted

i wish i knew why

i keep getting hurt.

yes,

yes i understand no one means to

hurt me.

they say one thing and i hold it close.

not close to my heart,

close to my mind.

it consumes me.

words they fail to say,

burn even worse.

i guess it's me just hurting

myself.

its always

me.

always

myself.

This poem is about: 
Me

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