I am your child
Your flesh and blood
Yet you treat me
Like I am nothing but the dirt
That is on your shoe
I take care of you
When no one else wants to
I helped you
when everyone else refused
You treat me like I don't exist
You ignore me
You tell me I am worthless
Am I nothing to you?
Am I just not good enough for you?
Am i disgusting?
Am I ugly?
Why do you do this to me?
Please just tell me
I love you
But you don't seem to love me
I don't want to believe what you said to me
I just want you to love me
YOU ARE READING
Train station poetry
PoetryPoems written during a daily commute. From depression, Ptsd, and anxiety, to love, redemption, reflection, there is something in here for everyone. #2 in poembook (December 18-January 4) #39 in poetry (January 1- January 16)
