my little book of poems

Get over it

Forever being held at second best

Never being held at the potential you once thought you had

Having a brain that thinks more creatively the thinkingly

Always being held down

Because the pain cannot just go away

With the three words my mama use to say

Get over it

It wasn't ever i love you

Or it'll get better

Always telling her something and her sucking it in and spitting it out in my face

Always yelling at my opinions on things that meant nothing to her

And the way I'm stuck on this treadmill track

Can't quit can't stop

Because if I do ill fall on my face and be the laughing stock of the entire school

Because to them I'm garbage

I'm nothing but a mat to wipe off there feet on the side of the street

Because when I pray to god I get no-reply

I'm trapped here and there's nothing I can do but wait

And get over it

Not be loved

Or be taken in at hugging arms

So I guess I can just give up

Or get over it.

But there are things you don't wanna get over

Things that are tucked to deep inside from me I hide

and when the words begin to fall off my tongue i stop

Because when I begin to say what I wanna say the words get caught in my throat

They can't seem to budge

So maybe some secrets were meant to stay that way

Secrets

So I can't get over that thing that you once said

Or that thing she once did

but i can watch

If I want

Because all the pain you've given me I can't match that

And who says I want to