I used to be.
Loud.
Talented.
Proud.

Used to be.
Never judged.
And most importantly.
Loved.

But now?
I'm nothing.
Just another.
Stupid something.

Unloved.
Displeasing.
Hated.
Slowly dying.

Thinking that there is.
No cure.
To all this.
Displeasure.

My pride.
All gone.
My happiness
My love.

All ruined.