I will never understand how I been given
The role as the villain. Do you hate me this much?
Do you find me this despicable that you have to treat differently than my own flesh and blood? What have I done to be treat as filth? I have always question your actions toward me. Why do bad-mouth me to your sisters that I am not enough. I am worthless and good for nothing. That I am useless. Don't you ever see that I exhausted. My shoulders ache knowing that I have so much to accomplish but I am discredited of those very things I do in the house. I do not do them well enough or that I am not enough.
So why? Please tell me why?
Why don't you love me?
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Bittersweet
PoetryI have always been told I am bittersweet. Bitter to the touch but sweet to never be forgotten.
