he yells at me because he cares
at least that's what all the adults tell me
because they don't see the monster behind
the caring image of a father
they don't see the way I fear messing up
: go to hell
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w i t h e r e d • my poems
Poetrylike a flower devoid of water I withered until I was nothing I just didn't notice that the thieves were those I thought I should be trusting. saltwater travels up my stem drawing the life out of me as my petals fall off and all my dreams are snatche...
