Tom , why do you hate me?
All I wanted was for you
To become sober again,
But why was your problem my fault?
"I'll stop drinking once
You learn to behave."
I behaved better, but
One glass became two; became four,
And you became angrier by the minute.
Tom, I wanted to make you proud.
Why do I only exist to you as a
Waste of time, space, and money?
Tom, I wanted to be loved.
You cherished my siblings.
Why couldn't you cherish me?
Tom, I was always so unstable.
Regardless, your insecurities
Were projected onto me.
Tom, you thought I was reckless.
Now that I'm extra-careful,
I'm "so anxious over nothing."
Tom, please cut it out.
Stop with the double standards.
Let me live.
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Pleasure or Pain? (Poetry)
PoetryI call this my book of chaos; my sanctuary. When the turmoil inside of me resurfaces, when I've surpassed my tipping point, putting my jumbled thoughts and conflictions into words gives back the control I initially lost.
