She said.
You’re not interesting.
He said.
What you offer is worth nothing.
She said.
You’re crazy and clingy.
He said.
You’re emotional and needy.
They said.
You’re ungrateful and impulsive,
irresponsibly indecisive,
your instability is repulsive,
your future is hopeless.
They said what I can’t unhear.
Self-hatred is perpetually
raw and clear,
robbing me of tranquility.
I’m embarrassed at my inability
to silence their voices.