everything i do and say
every breath of air i breathe
there you are, telling me
i'm wrong
i'm worthless
bad at everything.
i try so hard.
every day to suppress the anger
i want to shove your way.
no matter how kind i am
how kind i sound
all you do is put me down.
i take the words
i take the hurt.
why?
so you can maybe one day learn
everything i do and say
is part of me and won't be taken away.
that i'm not a bad person and
not who you think.
you'll open your eyes
and one day
you'll see everything.
YOU ARE READING
in the mind of
Poetrylittle things i've jotted down here and there to suppress the overwhelming emotions that never seem to disappear
