Call me crazy, call me a bitch, yell and scream all you want you're only proving my point.
You Are An Asshole.
It's easy to see.
Emotional or not, a human being needs to be able to show their emotions or they will never be able to express them normally.
As if it isn't already too late for me.
I'm tired of bottling everything. I'm tired of fearing for my life every time I get annoyed, sad, happy, mad, numb.
I'm not a fucking doll you can dress and control to do everything you want.
You had no right to take my childhood.
And also being angry doesn't mean you can hit me. Being annoyed by my face doesn't mean you can threaten to kill me. Not liking my attitude doesn't give you the right to grab my throat and scream in my face.
You are a fucked up little shit who has nothing other than strength and a loud voice.
You don't deserve a god damn thing you demand.
My respect is not something you can just have because you want it. I will never respect or trust you.
Not even in you "change". Because I know it's impossible for you to change, not even hearing how you brought someone to hurt themselves and attempt suicide did you try to change.
You yelled at them and threatened to beat them half to death. you made fun of their sibling for crying after all the yelling.
You are a dick and I hope to god you die soon.
Your fucked up life never gave you the right to fuck up everyone else's.
Grow up and stop acting like a child, Dickhead.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of a mended artist.
Poesíathis will be a part two to my other set of poems. please read them but they are not needed to understand these. These will be much sadder than my original ones usually.
