Poems of a mended artist.

trouble.

I try, 

I do, 

I listen, 

I act, 

I hold it in, 

I keep calm,

I do as I'm told, 

And yet it never matters. 

I try, and yet you yell like I barely did anything, 

I do, and yet you're mad that I did it wrong, 

I listen, and yet you scream about how I never do, 

I act, and yet you say I can tell you anything, 

I hold it in, and yet you say I shouldn't and get defensive when I don't, 

I keep calm, and yet you think I don't care because I'm not freaking out, 

I do as I'm told, and yet I didn't do it right. 

You act as though reading your mind is easy, 

You act as though I can see your thoughts, 

You act as though I should know everything and tell me I know nothing, 

You act as though my pain is nothing to you, 

You act as though my pain isn't real because it's not what yours was..

You act as though I caused your pain...

You act as though my existence brings you pain.

I'm only trouble so why not leave me?

I'm only trouble so why not stop asking me?

I'm only trouble so why not stop feeding me?

I'm only trouble so why not take that mask off and show the world how your treating me?

Your daughter. 

Your child. 

Your flesh and blood.

as I beg you to not leave me, 

and you beat me down once again.