I wrote this poem for some reason
Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2016 8:34 pm
I know I am a waste of space.
I know I am a waste of resources.
I know that day after day I fail to do well at this institution that is costing my parents hundreds of thousands of dollars.
But I also know that the pain is crippling. I mean it really is crippling. My chest hurts and there is no energy in my body. I am paralyzed with self loathing.
I know why I am this way. It’s a combination of my disorders (Bipolar II, anxiety, and OCD) and the way I have been treated in the past.
I was demonized and gas lighted by my mother. I was physically hurt and demonized by my father. I was bullied by my classmates. I was the person that everyone knew was weak. That person that is the distraction from everyone else’s flaws. I stuck with abusive friendships and relationships that made me hate myself.
I felt like I deserved abuse. So at the end of the day, I apologized for causing my ex to hit me. I apologized for getting angry at my housemate for provoking security to bust into my home. I had sex with every man who asked because I felt guilty saying no as an effect sexual harassment I had endured.
And this cycle of abuse makes me feel like the world is attacking me. I don’t trust anyone. I push people away and lash out. I lose people. I hurt people. I am sick and I hurt people.
I am both the victim and the aggressor. I guess that is how life works. That is how people work.
But if I am going to walk in the steps of Jesus, I can’t hurt people with my illness. I just can’t. So that’s why I close my door. That’s why I lie and say I’m ok. That’s why I am constantly “sick” or “too busy doing homework.”
But whatever my excuse, what I really am doing is lying in the dark. Lying in the dark hoping to fall asleep because maybe then the pain will stop. Maybe this ripping guilt with ease. Maybe the physical pain in my chest will fade.
I dream of the pain.
I wake with the pain.
I am pain.
I am a monster.
I know I am a waste of resources.
I know that day after day I fail to do well at this institution that is costing my parents hundreds of thousands of dollars.
But I also know that the pain is crippling. I mean it really is crippling. My chest hurts and there is no energy in my body. I am paralyzed with self loathing.
I know why I am this way. It’s a combination of my disorders (Bipolar II, anxiety, and OCD) and the way I have been treated in the past.
I was demonized and gas lighted by my mother. I was physically hurt and demonized by my father. I was bullied by my classmates. I was the person that everyone knew was weak. That person that is the distraction from everyone else’s flaws. I stuck with abusive friendships and relationships that made me hate myself.
I felt like I deserved abuse. So at the end of the day, I apologized for causing my ex to hit me. I apologized for getting angry at my housemate for provoking security to bust into my home. I had sex with every man who asked because I felt guilty saying no as an effect sexual harassment I had endured.
And this cycle of abuse makes me feel like the world is attacking me. I don’t trust anyone. I push people away and lash out. I lose people. I hurt people. I am sick and I hurt people.
I am both the victim and the aggressor. I guess that is how life works. That is how people work.
But if I am going to walk in the steps of Jesus, I can’t hurt people with my illness. I just can’t. So that’s why I close my door. That’s why I lie and say I’m ok. That’s why I am constantly “sick” or “too busy doing homework.”
But whatever my excuse, what I really am doing is lying in the dark. Lying in the dark hoping to fall asleep because maybe then the pain will stop. Maybe this ripping guilt with ease. Maybe the physical pain in my chest will fade.
I dream of the pain.
I wake with the pain.
I am pain.
I am a monster.