poemsbygrace

Ghost

You gave a shoulder

You gave a hug

You talked to them

To the ones who cried

But I was a ghost to you

You see me as the youngest

The youngest you see as naive

You thought I wouldn't be able to handle it

But I feel like I'm the only one who let myself go through the pain

I hid my pain

You've said, "You shouldn't see me this way."

Which only made me angrier and cost me pain.

I know what life is, but you don't seem to.

You have to face your feelings.

I know I can be scary.

What matters more to me is to have a shoulder.

But you chose to ignore me like a ghost.

Like a ghost

That wasn't in the room.

But you can still feel my presence.

I didn't leave you on the edge.

I held on tight to the edge, but it was you that was pushing my hands.

Are you trying to make me hate you?

My heart feels but my mind overstimulates

Where I feel guilty and ashamed

But you've never told me, "you have nothing to be ashamed of."

You make me feel like it's wrong for me to cry in front of you.

You'd scream, you'd yell, "Stop crying."

And tell me that I'm the one that has to apologise

When I shouldn't be taking the blame,

Because I was taught speaking up was having an attitude.

Because of you, I'm not the same.