one the poem i wrote at the beginning of the semester, i am considering reading it at a poetry bar

I used to be great at the brave game

Not so much anymore

Because I keep letting people

Break me down piece by piece

 Peace by peace

They've stripped me naked

I can no longer pretend to be okay

Because whenever I do,

My voice cracks

And my eyes water

And I can no longer fake a smile

Overly sensitive people should not be expected to put in too much effort

Because no one else is willing to put effort in

I'm not crazy,

Really, I'm not

I just think a lot and get scared a lot and

I absolutely hate

Hate. Hate. Hate

Feeling abandoned

I like to think the world is an okay place

But it is not

Because no one gives a fuck about anyone else's feelings

I thought you were expecting me

I thought you wanted me

I was wrong

This is why I shouldn't listen to other people

Too much pain is involved in love

There are too many hopes

Hopes placed high on shelves out of reach

Hopes and dreams

And every so often, they tip off the shelf

And fall on our heads like pottery

Pots of water breaking over and over our heads

"Lust" is just the Wal-Mart brand of "Love"

It's the ones you buy when you just need someone

To touch you just the right way

Love is expensive

I don't wish to find it

I spent my whole life searching and searching

I'm too tired now