you keep asking me what's wrong,
but what can i even say to you?
how do i tell you that you're the cause of all of this
so i just shut down,
and refuse to answer
which makes you blame my age
you think that i can't share things with you because i'm trying to be strong,
because i think i'm old enough to handle it alone
because i don't want to bother you
you think the causes of my suffering are average,
when in actuality they're not
you think i'm just over exaggerating things that i should just let go
but that's what you think
you tell me to trust you,
but you're the one who made me lose it
so how can i?
it isn't like you're even trying to earn it back,
and i can't just magically hand it over
and how can you even expect me to?
when all you do is say things i never wanted to hear
and it just shatters my heart that gets stuck in my throat
and man! does that suck
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secrets from the lair
Poetryan anthology of bad poetry, but who cares [the lowercase letters all throughout are intentional, they're not grammatical errors]