I grew up believing
That bare minimum
Was alright.
Asking for more
Always ended in a fight.
That getting love
Was quite rare.
That adults
Didn't care.
That comfort
And respect
Is something
They'd forget.
That my feelings
Were unwanted
My thoughts
Weren't supported.
I grew up hoping
That my parents
Would, someday,
Start to love me.
Until those hopes went away.
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Thoughts, Never Words. (Poetry Collection)
PoesíaPoems written by just some young adult going through some things.
