it's always me.
it's always me that
you yell at.
it's never her or him.
it's me.
it's always me.
you yelled at me
because i couldn't
do the laundry "right".
because i couldn't
play the piano "right".
because i haven't
finished my homework.
because of this and that
and that and this.
but for god's sake,
can't you see that
i'm trying?
i'm trying so hard,
but it's too much.
just give me more time.
i'm trying,
i really am.
but it's always me.
it's always me that you yell at.
(but i'm trying okay?
i promise you, i'm trying.)
YOU ARE READING
Almost | ✓
PoetryIsn't that the saddest word? Almost. Something with so much potential... but just didn't happen. We were almost lovers. We almost lived. These were almost stories. ●●● [ a collection of poems ] highest ranking: #3 [[ 08_03_16 ]]
