It
It was tugging me,
I want you to reveal yourself,

You created a sore spot,
No one dared to question it.

It contradicts itself,
It is so hidden,
Meanwhile,
It is not supposed to be missing.

Peculation scurried through me,
You caused this without me even knowing you,

Anyone’s mine would scramble,
Mine is stuck.

You’ve taunted me lately,
But I feel bad for you.

These are not mistakes
Or your misjudgments,
I'll tell you what this is:
It's your heartless,
selfish,
thoughtless,
choices.
You not thinking I'm worth it.