The words roll-off
your tongue
like you've been
practising
in front of a mirror

Don't attempt
to humour me

Somehow I
want you
to wear my skin,
try it on
see how it
feels

But at the
same time I
don't wish
such a thing
on my worst enemy

Your jokes
always hit home

You told
each one
with a straight face
how was I
supposed to know
whether you
meant it or
not

You find it
frustrating just
being my guardian
imagine the torment
I go through each
and every day
trapped in this
skin of mine

You can't blame
Him,
so you blame
me

It's
sickening

Youth isn't
an excuse
it's a scapegoat

Please let me be, and grow up