do not expect for this to be a poem about love.
I owe you, right?
you gave birth to me,
which means I should be grateful that you didn't yell at me today.
thank you then.
I tell you I am hurt by your words,
but I should be sorry for being hurt by you?
I am sorry then.
it will not happen again.
I ask to close my door,
but this is your house.
you ask for me to clean your mess,
now it's my house too, right.
I need to take care of myself,
I'm starting to feel better.
I am wrong, you come first
I owe you every last breath.
I avoid the mirror.
I will look fat no matter what.
I wonder where I got this from.
thank you for my self-hatred.
see I have finally realized something,
parenting was your job,
not mine.
so why the fuck was I doing it?
I do not owe you anything.
you chose to have me,
you chose to raise me.
you failed but I have to pay?
I have come up with two words for your parenting style,
mental abuse.