empty people with sewn on faces
smiling ear to ear.
saying that they are here,
for you
to help and to hold
and to help you unfold all the sensitivities inside of you.
because your life is no longer about you any more
reluctantly,
you let them in to see you again through your iron gate
they give you hugs and kisses, piles of trinkets
and adorn you with words of how you are great.
then with one look there eyes go cold
They think you need help because you are not very old
and who are you to deny them?
just some silly girl
with blown up expectations..
you can’t say no, you can’t ask why
or else your relationship will be assigned an expiration.
you bite your tongue until it bleeds and pours out from your mouth
your lips quiver with anger that you can’t let out. your needs, your wants your dreams, your family is all just pushed aside
What matters is they get what they from you, because that is implied.
kindness is measured by reciprocity and what you do for me
an obedient little girl is what you’re supposed to be.