I never asked for anything grand,
no silver spoon from
which to be fed.
All I asked was for you to love me,
to accept me as I am -
but you turned your back instead.
I wanted you to wipe away my tears
whenever I would cry -
but you ended up being the one
that made floods flow from my eyes.
Instead of being thankful to be alive,
grateful for each day,
you made me want to die
with pill after pill wasting me away.
You shrugged your shoulders
at the bullies,
and let the beast smile
his vicious grin.
You never soothed my open wounds -
but just dug them in.
I wanted to lean on you
as the world grew dark-
but, instead, you pulled the pieces apart
so I couldn't fix my broken heart.
Death knocked at my door
and instead of
being able to ask you
if it were a stranger,
lonely, I let him in again and again
until he was my closest friend.
Was I stingy or wrong
to ask for you to care, even at all?
Why did you celebrate their successes
whilst leaving me abandoned?
I've never felt good enough or "worthy enough"
because you denied me
affection and attention.
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To the World...(A Collection of Poems)
PoetryZelda Aurora Gabriel has been writing poetry from the time she was 13. She is now 25. Different from others her age, poetry became an outlet and a means of understanding a world that often didn't understand her. "To the World" is a compilation and a...
