#mistreated
We are people.
Not machines.
We are meant to be appreciated-
and not as merely
property.
Apr 18, 2025
Apr 18, 2025 at 12:29 PM UTC
the girls I danced with
I never wrote songs about
the girls I kissed under bursts of fireworks
I never won carnival prizes for
the girls I entered the sheets with
I never made a deeper connection
the girls who gave me their best
I never understood their motives
and I wondered where they all went and
why we parted ways like cathedral doors
and why they took the hand of other monsters and vanished into the night.
I was too naive to notice
all the red flags waving behind me
and too dense to turn around
and open my eyes.
but now I face this dry vacancy
and I see they’re
intertwined with their domestics
constricted with their marriages
taunting their husbands
commanding their boyfriends
obsessed with their photo albums
cramming belief and guidance into their children
its the same unabridged story
told over and over
and over and over
again.
I too, sit with this adverse outcome:
this one wants me to quit drinking
and that one wants me on a diet
and this one wants me to get a better job
and that one wants me to exercise more.
I’ve never been one to rest on my laurels,
but as I lay down in this bed with this one
like so many buried cold beneath the Earth,
I can’t stop thinking of those angels from my past that have flown off into other heavens.
I was never deserving
of their time nor
their presence
and I am neither
here nor
there.
Mar 27, 2025
Mar 27, 2025 at 10:52 AM UTC
Am I too caring?
Am I being used?
Do I want to be used just to be someone's choice?
Will I ever find someone who cares as much as I do?
How many more people do I have to teach to fly?
And who will teach me?
These are the questions that keep me up at night.
They make me stare at the ceiling like a block of ice.
Who will thaw me out with answers?
If you don't, please let me stay frozen.
I'm sure one day someone will give me fire.
One day I'll stop being someone's flight tutor or someone's fire.
And that will be the day I lose myself.
Not for others’ cause,
But because of others‘ taking.
Dec 2, 2024
Dec 2, 2024 at 6:04 PM UTC
I'm the mature one
I'm the respectful one
I'm the nice one
I'm the mistreated one
I'm the useless one
I'm the younger one
I'm the smarter one
She's the older one
She's the immature one
She's the carefree one
She's the disrespectful one
She's the mean one
She's the better one
She's the one that misbehaves
She's the one that everyone loves
She's the favorite
Everyone babies her
Everyone cares about her
While everyone glares at me
While everyone tells me
What to do
Just because she's blood related to you
I'm not blood related to you
But I'm still family
But you don't treat me like family
You treat me like I'm her very distant friend
Even though I'm not her friend
No-
I'm her step-sister
She was the one to talk about the *** talk when I was six
It was sick
She started hitting me
Abusing me
She has the strength of a grown man that came out of the military
It isn't temporary
She started hitting me in the head
When I was sitting on my bed
This is when I was eight
And I ate
Well
But too skinny for my health
She gave me hickeys when I was at her grandparents house and on the bed
After a while, she started to choke me
She was treating me
Like her stress toy
She made me her puppet
That she could control, then get out of the allegations of everything she has done to me
She kept manipulating me
Hurting me in the process
She choked me about 5 times throughout my whole life
I wished I would have control of my life
They never seen the things she had done to me
I wish they could see
What happened
But they could never imagine
Their child doing stuff like this
She was never punished
I wish she were punished
But all my ideas and allegations has been dimished
They act like I'm just a liar
Like I'm supposed to be on fire
While they think SHE'S trustworthy
When she's unworthy
They act like she's their God
While I'm just an odd
Commoner
That just wants to do whatever I want to her
She has gotten better
More better
Than before
But I got to wait longer before
I can actually trust her again
Then
I can be caution free around her
Nov 16, 2024
Nov 16, 2024 at 11:33 AM UTC
I'm your loyal dog
And you're my ruling God
I find it quite odd
It sends my brain into a bog
I can't stop following your orders
YOUR ORDERS
The curse, the spell you casted onto me to obey you
I'm your only servant
The loyal servant forced to be observant
I've been praying for you
Even if you treat me like trash
Even if you're the wind and I'm the ash
After a while, you grew tired of me
You abandoned me
You threw me away
Just so that way
You released that curse you placed on me
Just to be adopted by someone else
Just to get cursed by someone else
I barely got a break from all the abuse
From all the use
Yet, they thought I was so oblivious
Just like you thought I was so oblivious
They thought I was so cute - adorable, naïve, thoughts just like you
Why does everyone act like you?
My God?
It's so odd
I feel like I'm stuck in a time loop
Stuck in all the goop
I feel like I'm just a foot rest you can use
I feel like I'm just a puppet you can use
I feel like a young slave you can use
I'm over here working my *** off
Just so you can have work off
Just so you can have a vacation
While I live in caution
Scared of everything
Every single thing
Nov 4, 2024
Nov 4, 2024 at 11:18 AM UTC
I scroll thru pics like I’m invading your life.
I adore the ones I pick either still or live.
I know I don’t say much but I’m still alive.
As roam these roads I still survive.
I know you don’t care but I still incline.
Sending messages in the air & you still decline.
Telling me nothing is wrong, just **** the lying.
Your attitude stay strong, yet you’re still denying.
I repeat the same song but change the rhythm.
No drama in my life, the range is given.
Distance is needed from the strangest women.
Those that been cheated on, abused, or beaten on.
Misused or treated wrong, confused..yet still proceeded on.
Therapy is needed don’t walk on by.
Shrug your shoulders & say “It’s Just Life!”
I’m sorry if you’ve been through that.
I hope those that hurt you karma comes back…
I’m sorry
Jan 17, 2024
Jan 17, 2024 at 4:07 PM UTC
Don't let them step all over you,
Put your foot down and keep it down,
You hold all the cards,
You have more power than you realize,
Take a deep look and you shall see,
Never let anyone treat you unfairly,
You don't need them,
They need you.
You can poke the bear but so many times,
Until they just can't take anymore,
Don't allow to take advantage you,
Stop playing their game,
Play your own game,
Don't follow their rules,
Live by your own rules.
I may not be perfect but I care for you,
They ain't never cared,
They only care about themselves,
Only out for themselves nobody else,
Look around and you'll see what's true,
The truth always reveals itself.
Stand up for yourself not stand still,
It's not okay to be mistreated,
Never let anyone mistreat you,
You deserve better don't accept nun less,
Respect yourself and others will as well.
Sep 5, 2021
Sep 5, 2021 at 7:32 AM UTC
you are
priceless
capable of so much more
than just some being
being
mistreated
you are deserving of so much more
than what you are receiving
to witness the worst
is the worst
but continuing to inhabit
is robbing the
value
of life.
Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 2:31 AM UTC
Let your losses be losses
And just sew up the hurt
Where it bleeds
-JP
Nov 23, 2019
Nov 23, 2019 at 1:30 PM UTC
My sweetheart is a man's man heiress
Her man must be a carbon copy of Jupiter, her father,
An alpha, a beta, a kappa, an omega male altogether
A carpenter by trade,
The epitome of masculinity
Who could solve any math problem in a second
And knew how to fix everything
A car, electric, plumbing
A family hero, a handy man
Who built houses from the ground up
He could swaddle a baby's nightmare properly
Open doors to the winds of sadness
And pull chairs to the lights of happiness
And he could dress every day to the nines
Infusing in her heiress forever wine 's bouquet
And the love of animals.
So consequently
My sweetheart is an animal 's animal heiress
She eats meat only if it has a label on it
Saying that animals are not caged
Or mistreated in anyway.
Sep 25, 2019
Sep 25, 2019 at 4:12 AM UTC
Emptiness crippling the walls,
Steps dragging the shallow bodies.
It's been too long since it was spoken,
& words feel as broken as scarce touches.
Call my name,
I've been lost in my thoughts.
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 2:25 PM UTC
Empty as a broken drawer,
The breathing slowing
Drowning in hollow thoughts.
You are alive but not living.
You are aware of nothingness.
& you are grooved in the habit.
I am empty,
broken,
slowing breathing,
& drowning in thoughts.
You are cemented...
There... that...
I am alone!
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 7:01 AM UTC
I'm hopelessly in love
with someone who'd rather
push and shove
I feel so distant yet
they make me feel close
but really they're farther
than they've ever been
and I try to save
but they turn me away like
the tears on an
abandoned child left
on a deserted door step
I feel so very lonely
in this world full of
mixed matched feelings
broken dreams
and shattered hearts
they continue every day
to give me false hope
just enough to fall in love again
and I feel like a wicked candle
lit on fire with burning passion
just to be extinguished
and forgotten about
until they embark on a dimly lit date
with someone other than me
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 8:00 AM UTC
Shy Girl hides beneath her hood
Her hair covers her face
Her headphones blare a beautiful sound
Protecting her from this evil place
She is lonely
Mistreated
And loved only one guy
Who killed her inside
Her soul is dark
Crawling with demons and rage
At war with herself
"Which wolf will win? Good or bad? The one you feed."
If you had a heart you'd end her suffering
She hides this all inside
On the outside it's just Shy Girl
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 2:10 PM UTC
Your method of parenting does not work.
You can't deprive a plant of light
and expect it to grow.
So why do you deprive me of happiness
and expect me to not drown
in sadness?
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 6:34 PM UTC
I hugged the thought of you,
but the bruise's still hasten
the reflection of me in the mirror.
Was this me, or was this the naughty
boy you told me I was,
without a word spoken.
Can I only fall so many times?
I'm always tripping over your insecurities?
Why would I be your anger vocalized
on my features
never the face.
Where reality sinks in,
showing your guilt,
hidden under a cloth of luminous pain.
It shines in so many colours that ache when
ever they arise.
Some shades deeper than a reflection,
and I weep on those rainbows inside,
for nothing is bright,only shades linger.
I was never the gold at the end
of the rainbow.
You just thought I was the puddle,
trying to forfeit the brightness,
I was a rainbow that shined,
in the pain of your misgivings.
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 5:10 PM UTC
I was too immersed, in love with the idea of love.
My intellect drowning in the fascination of desire.
The ideology of you manifesting the adoration I demand.
Instead deceit trickled from your throat, oozed from your lips to plug my eardrums.
The bitterness of trickery fresh on your tongue for me to taste.
Ignorance played on repeat, rehearsing the sickly sweet tune you once sang.
An epiphany of misconception. The creator of my contorted heart, over dreamed daydreams.
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 2:57 PM UTC
WHY should I tell you I love you
when the moment I close my eyes thinking that I am safe you crept up and left me
WHY should I tell you I love you
when the only thing that is certain in my life you want me to turn around and backtrack into uncertainty
WHY should I tell you I love you
when you don't even realize all the pain that you've put me through
WHY should I tell you I love you
when the past of my life is a shadow of a man beating me down with words
WHY should I tell you I love you
when the stretch marks on my skin are proof that I have done everything that I've can just to hear you say I am pretty and then not believe it
WHY should I tell you I love you
with all these tears creeping down on my face and you act like they're not there
WHY should I tell you I love you
when I have given you my bones and every fiber of my being and you responded with thats it?
WHY should I tell you I love you
when I wrote out my heart on this wholesome message that you acted like i didn't even write it
WHY should I tell you I love you
when you cant even say it back
WHY should I tell you I love you
when the moment that you said you do, you put distance on us like I am all the way across the world
WHY should I tell you I love you
when you question every thought in my mind
WHY should I tell you I love you
when I'm doubting everything you gave me
WHY should I tell you I love you
when you say the things I do are not fair
WHY should I tell you I love you
when you left me for someone else and never looked back
WHY should I tell you I love you
that the moment you did, you thought that was enough
WHY should I tell you I love you
when you don't even know how to apologize to me
WHY should I tell you I love you
when you take back every word you've said
WHY should I tell you I love you
When that is not all you did
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 11:40 AM UTC
I was in the twilight of my life, and the charming person I met along the road was my only dawn.
At night, I fall asleep with images of myself, swaying and smiling with them... you
I wished over and over and over again, that smashed yet sparkling me could stop loving you, darling.
I want nothing and everything with you. It completely scares me.
I had nightmares of becoming a beautiful yet tragic poet, but upon meeting you I saw those dreams spread like the billion stars in the night sky.
Honestly, I didn't mind because I know that all it takes is getting all you ever wanted, and then completely losing it to know what you can be.
Years of being on a never-ending world journey and my memories of you were the only things that persisted me, and my only blissful moments.
When the people I used to live around discovered what I have been doing, and whom I have been kissing, what I’ve been drinking, and how I'd been living, they asked me, “What the hell are you thinking?
However, there's no use to talking with people who have a home.
Every experience was fire itself and that terrified me yet helped me obsess for freedom, dear.
These faint-hearted mice do not know what it's like to find safety in other people - for ‘home’ to be wherever or whomever you want.
I want an honest compass pointing me anywhere but I have an indecisiveness inside me that is as wild and wavering as the sea.
I always had this fiery madness intimately inside me it dizzied me and then you tossed gasoline on it and it dazed me.
I think I was born to be the other woman.
The woman that belongs to everyone and no one at the same time, merely emptying herself to please others.
But then I start to believe that I am my own woman. And that wonderful tease in control and loving the war I created with myself.
I adore being the unrequited one in particular. You are my coffee but I feel like the mistreated coffee machine.
Thank you for my dreamy blues.
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 10:56 PM UTC
It isn't a game.
But one can definitely lose.
There are no competitors.
Yet self comparisons fog hind sight.
Leading to more dreary backroads that the world forgot about.
It was fun for a little while.
Telling yourself that you threw away the world and not vise versa.
Was truly the greatest lie.
One that grew into actual belief for a time.
But found that the greatest hell.
Is watching your paradise burn.
Bound only by disbelief.
Dumbfounded.
It's a shame that when you lose everything.
Somehow your mind is the only thing that stays intact.
As if those aspects were programmed into humans in preparation for it..
And happiness got the short end of the stick.
Then to further rub dirt into the wound we create hope.
By means of pursuit.
Shakespeare knew the questions.
And left it up to everyone else to answer.
Only as generations pass.
We couldnt be further from any resemblance of an answer.
Let alone know the question has already been proposed.
Writers play with this notion and yield no two pairs alike.
Lifes most important knowledge sadly can only come from experiencing it.
But with the world in such a desensitized state.
The fear of stagnation is becoming the only real possibility.
Preposterous?
No
Predetermined the moment we chose to let others choose for us.
There is no freedom.
Only sacrifice.
Right.
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 4:22 AM UTC
is an egg ever left out of the egg carton?
or a red crayon out of a pack of 24?
what about the right-foot-sock or the left-hand-glove?
no
did the husband ever forget about his wife?
well, maybe sometimes
but i would never forget about you
the group of white sheep
and i the black
roaming around aimlessly
searching for friendship
for an invitation into your bountiful pasture
where you graze day after day
and where i stand on the other side of the fence gazing in
wondering if you'll notice me or my efforts
or anything really
do you notice anything other than yourselves?
can you see over your side of the fence?
do you even want to see?
i am the egg
i am the red crayon
i am the right-foot-sock and the left-hand-glove
do you know what happens to things that are lost?
they are eventually found
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 8:53 PM UTC
Every time you texted me after we went our separate ways
gave me hope.
That was very ****** up of you,
I still wait around and I don't know how to cope.
You absence and silence cut deep into my core.
Deeper than any knife, stronger than any lure.
Though you squeeze my heart
You'll always be the man I adore.
Your touch heats my skin,
Your kiss sets me on fire.
You take only what YOU need,
And leave me burning with desire.
I've been told to be patient and kind
But I'm only an object, aren't I?
So why do people care if I fall and break
And take lives in my wake?
You called again. And I hate myself.
This is how it always goes
Before the second ring
I'm already saying hello.
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 7:07 PM UTC
She was a flower,
Blossoming in each direction she stepped.
A flower tucked in a rose woven sweater.
She grew thorns to protect herself from those whom sought to misuse the essence of her beauty.
The spread of her fragrant bud, spreading her petal in the midst
of where she stood.
Paying no never-mind to her roots, her petals withered.
Applying water to everywhere accept where it was needed most.
They continued to pass, her sweater now dingy.
The ***** of different fingers, she no longer swayed the same.
A season of orange and red leaves.
Then came the winter. Hard but fair
Robbing her of all the beauty she possessed.
It was when her petals fell that she remembered what mattered most
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 12:00 PM UTC
Hush little baby
Stop crying now
Mama’s well trained
I will show you how.
Lock your feelings up inside
Don’t let them out until you’ve died.
Stop little baby
Don’t you feel!
Keep your soul
In a heart of steel.
Promise Mama that you won’t.
Love breaks everyone’s heart if you don’t.
Sleep little baby
That does the trick
Crying all day
Can make you sick.
Nobody like a kid who cries
No one will come to sing you lullabies.
Good little baby
Never says a word.
Quietest baby
I have ever heard.
No one would ever guess
That inside you are a mental mess.
Hush little baby
Stop crying now
Mama’s well trained
I will show you how.
Lock your feelings up inside
Don’t let them out until you’ve died.
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 5:30 PM UTC