We put pictures up of the ones that we love,
So where are the pictures of me?
I may not like the way that I look,
But is it any wonder?
Your neglect is affecting me!
Filling me with negativity,
As your actions loudly prove that you do not love me.
Your insensitivity is detrimental to me,
It fuels my psychosis,
Which always leads to crisis.
Perhaps a bit of sensitivity,
Will make your actions less of a liberty.
Just a small declaration from you,
Would prove that you love me,
So you don’t have to say you do.

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