What did i do wrong?
Am i not enough like you?
Or too much?
I don't get it.
You ask Jay all these questions
"How are you? How was school?"
And buy him all the soda he wants..
And when you come home to me
You're immediately upset
And I can't figure out why
And we fight
And you argue with me all day
About me looking like a skank because I wore makeup
About me being a pig because my rooms a mess
About cleaning up a mess on the table that isn't even from me though apparently it's my fault
You tell Grace she's an angel and shes perfect
Yet I'm called the drama queen
And when I leave the table you tell Jay that I'm such a drama queen you can't handle it anymore
What's the issue
What's wrong with me
What's the fault i clearly don't see
Please I don't get it.
Why can't you talk to me
And hug me
And tell me I'm loved
What is the fatal flaw
What's so disgusting about me my own mother cant stand it?
I don't understand.
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Isabelle's Poetry Journal (a continuation of Homesick Angel)
PoetryMy name is Isabelle I am 15 years old (not my real age.) I am a "Homesick Angel" at least that's what I'm told I am called the people like me are called the people who are depressed suicidal empty numb those people they're just trying to go home T...
