it's fine if you put the blame on me.
it's nothing i'm not used to.
no, seriously. why can't you see
that other people also have issues?
i've lied before and paid for it
in emotional scarring and silence.
so you lie to me, rip my dignity to bits
and to 'teach' me, you use violence?
if i show you what i do,
all i receive is hate.
and when i hide away, too,
i still can't catch a break.
(no, don't tell me 'all families are like this'
as if there's nothing amiss.)
YOU ARE READING
𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐌𝐒 : 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒
PoetrySonnets and cinquains, seasons and colours, flora and fauna, the bad and the good - all in this collection of original poems. Several are written about the author's personal life, such as social interactions, intense emotions, and experiences as...
