They ask me why I hate myself
I tell them that I feel disgusting
They ask me why I feel disgusting
I tell them people have led me to believe it
They ask me how people have done this
I tell them that the way people move away from me, physically and emotionally, imprints on my mind
The few left ask me how this makes me feel
I tell them that it makes me feel repulsive
The few left ask me to describe what it feels like
I tell them I feel dirty
The two left ask me if I feel anything else
I tell them that I feel unloved
The pair ask me why I feel unloved
I tell the pair that all I want is someone
The girl left asks me what kind of person I want
I tell her that I would want anyone
She asks me what I would want the person to do the most
I tell her that the person would only have to listen
And then I’m alone