Oct 2015
I'm sorry if I resemble a broken home, but contrary to the Mormon mother stickers on my wall, it is not a gathering place and love is not found here.
you'll push me away and hit me if I try to give you hugs or kisses on the cheek but then have the audacity to ask my why I'm not empathetic or why I can't connect with other people that well.
you tell me they'll make fun of me if i wear that, but aren't you the one that's suppose to make me feel better if they do? and if you tell me i look disgusting in this dress one more time i might explode out of it.
you try and tell people that you were there for me when i was little, but where were you through all the cuts and scrapes and broken bones? forget that, where were you when i needed a mom, now I curl my hair a little different than the others and I still don't know how to braid, I don't know how to properly apply my blush or how to match my clothes.
you tell everyone how well you know me, but I don't ever recall over the 16 years of my life you ever sitting down with me and having a conversation, never civilized at least. you've been vicious, you kick people when they're down but for some reason I've always been the target.
{you tell me} that I filled a hole that you had in your heart but why are you {digging} one in mine?
I'll tell you I'm stressed but you'll tell me why your day was worse than mine. you'll tell me that when I fall I have to get up and you're not going to lend me a helping hand -you tell me that you'll give me something to cry about.
I've never had the love that I wish for, I'll see other with moms who will hug them and kiss them and hold them when they're weak. but you always tell me that I am so lucky to have you, that you will make me strong.
you'll push me away and hit me if I try to give you hugs or kisses on the cheek but then have the audacity to ask my why I'm not empathetic or why I can't connect with other people that well.
you tell me they'll make fun of me if i wear that, but aren't you the one that's suppose to make me feel better if they do? and if you tell me i look disgusting in this dress one more time i might explode out of it.
you try and tell people that you were there for me when i was little, but where were you through all the cuts and scrapes and broken bones? forget that, where were you when i needed a mom, now I curl my hair a little different than the others and I still don't know how to braid, I don't know how to properly apply my blush or how to match my clothes.
you tell everyone how well you know me, but I don't ever recall over the 16 years of my life you ever sitting down with me and having a conversation, never civilized at least. you've been vicious, you kick people when they're down but for some reason I've always been the target.
{you tell me} that I filled a hole that you had in your heart but why are you {digging} one in mine?
I'll tell you I'm stressed but you'll tell me why your day was worse than mine. you'll tell me that when I fall I have to get up and you're not going to lend me a helping hand -you tell me that you'll give me something to cry about.
I've never had the love that I wish for, I'll see other with moms who will hug them and kiss them and hold them when they're weak. but you always tell me that I am so lucky to have you, that you will make me strong.
