Why is it that you upset me?
Why is it that everything you do upsets me?
Why?
Tell me.
I cry when you're mean,
I cry when you're kind,
I cry all the time.
I'm always crying,
I cry in my car going to school,
Coming home from work,
Before I go to bed,
And right when I wake up.
You are always making me cry,
I'm so upset,
Because of you I'm so angry,
Because of you I'm so sad,
Because of you I can't be around you,
But when I leave I feel bad,
I feel like I've let you down,
I feel like I've made you sad.
I hate making people sad,
I hate knowing that someone else,
Has to feel a tiny sliver,
Of what I feel everyday.
This isn't fair.
Why do you upset me so?
Why do you give me more money,
When I already owe you so much?
Is it payment for when you called me "stupid?"
Why did you buy me a new phone?
Was it payment for when you called me "worthless?"
Why did you pay for my college?
Was it payment for when you called me a "disappointment?"
Why do you hug me?
Is it payment for when you hit me?
Why is it that I cry more,
When you are kind,
Then when you are mean?
You cried when I left the first time,
And now all you talk about is how,
You can't wait for me to leave,
You were so sad when I was gone,
I could see it in your face,
But every time I came to visit,
You threatened to send me away.
I thought you were just scared,
Of losing me forever,
So to cope,
You pushed me away,
So when I came back permanently,
I thought things would be okay.
It got worse,
You married some witch,
Who hates me more than you can imagine,
Idolizes her daughter,
And treats me like garbage.
I feel like Cinderella,
But less pretty,
I try to tell you,
But you just get angry,
Screaming "go back to your mothers!
I don't want you here!
You are nothing but a burden!
Salt in an open wound!"
I go to my room and go to bed,
The next day,
You've bought me a car,
I go to my room,
And cry until my eyes are swollen shut.
It's stupid to complain,
I'm sorry,
I should be more grateful,
I've been a terrible daughter,
I'll do better,
I promise,
Thank you,
I love you dad,
Please love me too.
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Book of Poems
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