You try to drag me down,
Then wonder why I'm on the ground.
Maybe build me up,
So I could reach the sun.
But you just like to torture me,
Trapping me so I can't see.
I really can't believe,
How hateful you can be.
I know I'm not the best,
But do you really have to prove it?
All I need is some rest,
So you need to cool it.
I can't live like this,
It's getting harder every day.
I try not to use my fists,
Because I'm trying to be happy.
You tell me not to harm myself,
What a hypocrite.
You keep your drugs on a shelf.
Go ahead, take another hit.
You've been locked up how many times?
And you think I'll just forgive you.
Maybe actually read my rhymes,
You'd see why I'm so blue.
I don't think you understand,
The pain you've put me through.
Sometimes it feels like I'm running on sand,
Trying not to be like you.
How can you call yourself a dad?
Can't you see you disgrace us?
No, this isn't a fad.
And your "love" can't be showed with a bracelet.
YOU ARE READING
Mistaken
PoetryA book of poems about the LGBT, depression, selfharm, suicide, freedom, and society.
