Better Left Forgotten

Your words of torture are my Bible
My opinions are worthless
And so am I
So you brought me to believe.

I am nothing
Beneath the dust
Your hand reaches out
Only to hit me in the face

My life is one long humiliation
And so you tell me;
People hate me
They talk to me to pity me.
I'll never have friends
Because they only pretend to care

Your words of torture are my bible
Curses that I too readily believe.
I am me.
So I am nothing
I am burden
A lost cause
Not worth the effort it takes to get to know me.

So my name is better left forgotten.
My lack of presence shall not be missed.

You like to play God.
Your words of torture are my bible.
I won't let anyone else speak
So this is all I have to believe.

I don't dare ask anyone else if I'm
worthless
or nothing
or better left forgotten
Because I'm scared that the answer will be yes.