How dare you
That is exactly what runs through my mind when you click your fingers.
Click your fingers at my sister,
Nodding your head at me.
Is it too hard just to walk across to table to your daughter?
Is it that hard to get up and hug me?
Am I disgusting you?
How dare you treat me like an object like I'll be fixed with a click of your fingers,
Mom, sometimes I can't stand you.
YOU ARE READING
Lacrimo
Short StoryMy counselor told me to write how I feel when I'm down. Here it is. I know I am not the only one who feels like this. It's my not so pleasant story, I am not making this up for sympathy I am sharing this for understanding. I'm posting this because...
