Not Good Poetry 1

As I've watched myself grow older and larger
I've felt myself get smaller inside
I've been shrinking
Shrinking away from confrontations
Shrinking away from having opinions
Shrinking away from anything that could someone to judge me
Please don't judge me
I judge myself more harshly than you ever could
So know that it's been taken care of
I've been taken care of
I've been dealt with
My spirit has been appropriately broken
No reason someone like me should think kindly of themselves anyway
No reason I should complain
I am the complaint
Complaints don't have the rights to feelings and needs
Only people do
I'm not people
I'm just this skin sac that causes all the problems
I am the problem
I know
I've been listening even though you haven't
Not that you could hear me
I lost my voice years ago