You.
You make me feel unwanted.
Not loved.
Alone.
I may be alone but you won't help me.
You won't help me fix that.
I get yelled at because of you.
They say that I need to act like I'm in the family.
I can't do that if you won't let me.
You steal them.
You take them away from me, and it's been like that for years.
It's madness.
The way you do those things to me.
But there is only one thing that hurts,
Your Voice Is Stuck In My Head.
YOU ARE READING
The Real Me
PoetryI may seem happy, but not really. I smile through the pain and cry deep inside. The world can be a horrible place and the people too, but I keep on living.
