Poison

I’m like poison

for your thoughts

for your feelings

for your happiness.

I’m like poison,

there is no good in me.

I’m not deadly,

but I still hurt.

I’m not nice

or helpful

and especially not considerate.

I know I’m shit

but I can’t help it.

Maybe you should get away from me,

very far.

Maybe you should stay,

to help.

I’d tell you if I knew,

but I’m poison,

and being poisoned at the same time.

It hurts.

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