Deserving

I believe I’m not a bad person.

Even when I lie, or lash out, I still believe.

But deep down inside, I know I must be.

Because you can’t stand to be around me.

You won’t listen to me without getting irritated,

won’t talk to me without arguing,

won’t love me without conditions.

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But I never saw the the contract,

never agreed to your requests,

never signed away my yearning for your love.

I need it as badly as I need air to survive.

Having your love is a basic human right

that I don’t have.

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So is that it?

I’m undeserving because

I’m not considered human.

Not seen as your problem,

not part of your agenda,

not believed to be essential to your

existence.

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I can’t tell if you’re right,

because everyday I spend with you

I feel even less valued.

Less important,

less wanted.

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I believe I’m not a bad person.

Even when I lie, or lash out, I still believe.

But you just handed me a contract,

and I signed it.