My tears and blood,
That I shed because of you,
The pain caused by your words and ''jokes',
But still it was my fault.
Just some mistakes, but:
I wish you were proud of me,
I wish you didn't hold on to my past and mistakes and mock my trauma,
but just notice my happiness and achievements.
You always bubble wrapped me away,
because of the past you went through,
you tried to save me and protect me from the world outside,
but unknowingly knowing,
you and everyone else I call 'family', were what I needed to be saved from.
I know I was wrong,
But you say I'm mature like an adult but I'm still a kid,
you say- I shouldn't interfere, but listen and not talk,
so here in the end I sit restlessly and numb listening to you,
yet questioning why I'm still here.
Here for what, here for whom, and that I am ''still a kid who knows nothing''
-A
YOU ARE READING
Holding on to the shortest thread.
PoesíaA short poem published by me randomly spilling out my emotions and feelings cause why not. Topis is family issues, like maturing quickly or parents not giving you the love or affection you want. Sort of blaming myself. -A
