Your words knock me flat,
rendering years of work down the drain
with just one breath.
You can see the anger and hurt in my eyes
yet continue to push on.
“All in the name of Truth,” you say.
Is there such a thing as verbally abused friend?
If so, I am the epitome.
My confidence lays in tatters at my feet.
My assurance long ago chipped away.
I am but a fat, stupid, incompetent waste of space.
Nothing I try succeeds
and even menial tasks fall apart on my account.
I am no one and nothing.
I am the last and the worst.
My voice is insignificant,
for I am Worthless.
-Cynic Ninja
