only you
only your words
can be a dagger that's unseen
the one that cuts me deep
that strips the strength I've built over the years
so tell me mom
how can you demand what you don't give
how can you speak love and throw hate
what's in me that you so despise
what's in me that makes me a target-
to your words, your fist and your rage
you throw your junk at me and expect me to stay quiet?
even after all you do
my lips are the ones who shape a sorry
then gets buried in my heart
but soon I will suffocate
and soon it will inundate
from the hurt that's been replaced by hope
the hope that someday you'd recognize that I'm already holding a lot
while trying to hold myself
hold you and the rest
sorry but I cant take it
I can't swallow fire and pretend it doesn't burn
I can't bring you joy and hide my sorrow
can't be enough, can't be the best, can't make you smile
know that every scratch you left
makes me question why I'm trying
why I'm going through these trials
while I can cheat my way out,
without a goodbye
why do we find ourselves expecting love from people that birthed us?
shouldn't it be the first thing that they give us?
why are we stuck with people that hurt us?
and why do we still love them?
why are we the ones to feel guilt? when it should be them