i hate it.
i hate fighting.
i hate when people get upset with me.
i hate sharp words.
i hate apologizing,
yet i do it constantly.
it rolls off my tongue naturally,
without second thought.
i hate this form of affection,
because it reminds me of my parents,
always begging for forgiveness,
being cursed at,
crying,
screaming,
holding back tears,
nodding,
quivering lips,
all of it.
so i don't like fighting,
i'm terrified to fail,
to mess up.
i am scared of the word disappoint.
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dispositional tendencies
Poesíaa collection of writing and poetry i wrote about things that i can't always say out loud. i hope you enjoy this and can find comfort in knowing others feel the same as you and that you are not alone :)
