Sometimes I feel like maybe
You actually realize that I'm having
A harder time with "growing up"
Than you did

Because you go on and on
About how you were the most
Perfect
Kid in the whole world

Because you got A's
All through school
And you had friends
That adored you
And you collected
Those **** records
That you probably love
More than anything

And besides having terrible parents
That were always drunk
You were a perfect kid
Who lost his hair at 5
And that didn't phase you because
You knew you had potential
To do whatever you wanted
As long as you got perfect grades
And as long as you were
Perfect

But you don't understand
That sometimes (most of the time)
I feel like I am the person in the world
With the absolute least amount of potential

But you don't understand
Because you were perfect
And in your daughter's eyes,
I see it and
Know it's true.

I listen to these songs
On repeat
Because maybe through these
Paper thin walls
You can hear the lyrics
And maybe realize
The lyrics are the only way
For me to feel like I'm getting
Even a little bit of this lingering pain
Off my heavy chest.

-e.w.

There's something
Odd
That grows
In the pit of my
Stomach
When I get asked
To a party
Or to go
Hangout
Because I feel like
I just get asked
Out of
Pity
Instead of them
Actually wanting me  
To go

Because I have
This feeling
That everyone just
Feels bad for me
For being
Stupid,
Ugly and
Not able
To talk well
With people

Because I stutter
With every word
That slips
From my horrible
Dry mouth

And I shake
When someone
Asks me even a
Simple question

Because I can't seem
To put all the
Jumbled up
Words
In my mind
Into normal
Sentences

-e.w.

I hope
When I leave
This stupid town
I have someone new
To think about
All day
And to help
Quiet my loudest
Demons
Instead of still lingering
On someone like you

Because you have
A face of an
Angel
But the poison
Of bad intent
Coursing through
Your veins
Like the devil.

-e.w.