18th Jan

hate it. Hate it. Hate it.
I hate that even my home isn't sanctuary
I hate the rippling loneliness, growing bigger with time.

I'm not good enough to be a person.
My presence is never celebrated,
Hell, I'm not even worth remembering.

I never am.
I never will be.

"I'm the invisible man, who can't stop staring at the mirror"
Losing the battle for power