Sad poems

15.

I wish I was okay.

I told myself that maybe if I pretended to be okay for so long, then it would stick
I wish I didn't lash out at people
I wish I wasn't so mean, and loud
I wish that I didn't lock myself in my room
I wish that I could talk to people without my attitude
I wish that I stopped thinking that I was okay

Because I can't stop thinking it, because I'm not okay

I'm not okay that I suck at being a daughter
Sister
Friend
Girlfriend

I'm sorry that every time you see me you have nothing else to say to me but how I'm rude and need to get rid of my attitude.

I'm sorry that I'm not the daughter you wanted, and I suck at doing literally everything.

But if you ever need someone to stick around and listen to all you're bullshit and you're problems, I'm here.

It's what I do best. Because I'm always here.