Yeah, but I tried!
I tried hard!
-Try harder!
-Yeah, but you don't know!
I don't know what?
You don't know
what it's like when you try...
and you try and you try
and you don't ever get there!
Because you were born perfect,
and I was born like this!
And you're perfect!
Is that right?
-People like you don't know.
-People like me?
You don't know what it's like
to get hurted...
because you don't have feelings.
People like you
don't feel anything.
You think you got the market
cornered on human suffering?
Let me tell you something
about people like me.
People like me feel lost
and little and ugly...
and dispensable.
People like me have husbands...
screwing someone else
far more perfect than me.
People like me
have sons who hate them.
And I've screamed
horrible things to him...
a seven-year-old,
because he doesn't want...
to get in the car
at the end of the day.
And then he looks at me
with such anger...
and I hate him then.
I know I'm failing you.
I know I'm disappointing you.
I know you deserve better,
but get in the fucking car!
Every morning,
I wake up and I fail.
And I look around, and everybody
seems to be pulling it off..
but somehow I can't...
no matter how hard I try.
Somehow...l'll never be enough.
YOU ARE READING
Random writing 2020
PoetryI don't even know I just like to write instead of expressing my felling so its about to get mad confusing but also not really XOXO ~~ Cam
