I sit here and listen
Listen to them argue
Listen to them complain
And I listen and hide my pain,
Why?
Why must you argue?
You argue as to why I have to stay
Do you not enjoy my company ?
I’m told constantly to quite down, and behave.
I try and I try,
But I’m so full of all this rage and pain.
It hurts, but you constantly remind me that we’re all in pain, and that I’m “okay”
But hey I have food, water, clothes and a house
I have no reason to complain, or at least that’s what you say.
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Something I love about being able to write, is that I get to choose who sees this, and I get to hide who I am, here I can relate to people without judgment.
Something that has always confused me is the “love” of a parent, you see they say they love you and will protect you, but they don’t realize that they are the ones that cause you pain,
I love them, I really do, and they love me, but they forget to realize I’m in the same room, or that their “joke” hurts me as well, it shouldn’t be called a joke if only one finds it funny,