You taught me how to hide away the things that needed healing,
But no one should be made to doubt their sanity for feeling.
My smile is no longer a reaction; it's more of a disguise.
If I emote anything else, I feel I must apologize.
I feel like nothing more than a nuisance in your life.
No matter what I do, I can't remove the knife.
Each day that passes, I continue to bleed.
Why is it you can't see what I need?
All my life, my issues were only compared to yours.
Never trying to understand or help look for cures.
Even when you finally noticed my screaming inside,
The things that might have helped were what I was denied.
How should I feel cared about now, because you paid?
Or is that just how you wanted your money portrayed?
Well, "MONEY ISN'T EVERYTHING,"
Especially not to your offspring.
It took many years for me to finally lose hope,
But you have brought me to the end of my rope.
So should I stay and hang myself today?
Or swing to another tree and get away?
Well, if my crying and complying, and clarifying how terrifying,
Isn't qualifying enough to start trying to do some fortifying...
Then I'll be going off on my own to be alone,
But don't worry or phone, because this will just be a milestone.
About the Creator
Cayto Waterlemon
I enjoy poetry, metaphorical ways of speaking, and fantasy novels. I want to write things people can get into and relate with, so I've yet to complete a novel. Here is where my shy self is starting (anonymously).
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