All The Things I Couldn't Say

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I always wanted a cat. A little kitten I could take care of,

I found one on my way home. It was so tiny, shivering in the cold.

I took it home, it's trembling form protected in my pocket.

You were angry, but you let me keep her.

Of course I was happy, I bathed her and took her to the vet.

She was a playful little thing, always jumping.

She was beautiful.

I was happy. But it seems that I am not destined for happiness.

You made me give her away, I begged you not to make me do that.

I begged you.

You didn't listen. You made me give her away and I listened because you are my mother.

I pretended not see when another came and took her.

I pretended that I wasn't hurt as I gave her toys away.

And in the confines of my blankets did I let my tears fall.

After all I was good at pretending to be okay.