dear mom, dear dad
let me tell you
what you do not know
you do not know that i had a self-esteem
that did not even exist
you do not know that
i have been depressed
you do not know that when i was 12 years old
i cut myself on my
wrist
and
thigh
you do not know that i have
threw up my food because i have hated the way i looked
you do not know
that i have cried myself to sleep at night
you do not know that i have felt
worthless
useless
unloved
not good enough
why?
because
of
you
because of your
words
and what's sad
is that if i told you
you would hurt me even more
because you would
not understand