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Their Tall Tales

By Elizabeth BotelhoPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Call me a liar

Call me a thief

It doesn’t change a thing.

Tell them what you like

What you want them to hear

It doesn’t change the past.

Tell them it’s my fault

I’m the one to blame

At least my story’s true.

Knock me down

Tell them I fell

Still standing above me smirking.

Tell them I provoked him

Justify his actions

It can’t possibly be his fault! Right?

I’m young, so I can’t understand

I don’t know the difference

Between abuse and acceptable.

Tell them I don’t know!

As I’m standing here

Covered head to toe in bruises and tears.

Tell me he had it worse!

Try to make me feel guilty

I dare you.

Tell me I need to learn to forgive

That I need to just move on, ignore

While I wish I could just forget.

God forbid you ever, ever

Have to walk a mile in my shoes

I’d bet you wouldn’t last a minute.

sad poetry
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About the Creator

Elizabeth Botelho

Creative young adult looking for an outlet. I like to write things involving mental health and art but I occasionally steer off into different, completely unrelated topics.

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