Poetry :/

“Someone”

What am I to you?

An ego boost?

A punching bag?

I’m just “someone”

You say I’m everything 

But I know I’m nothing.

I ask

Then that just hurts you

I keep my questions to myself now

I’m not allowed to hate myself

It makes you upset.

You don’t like when I bottle it up

But you don’t like when I express my self loathing.

I affect you so much

But not at all.

I’m just “someone”

But I’m also the only one.

It depends on the day

It depends on your mood.

“I love you”

My voice is small

Because I’m just someone