Lecture by lecture
The anger sits and bakes
All my mishaps are followed with
"We can't afford this mistake"
Pent up feelings building up,
She sits behind a closed door.
Mental health falling apart,
I guess that is what you can afford.
Journals filled with feelings,
Into it, her heart she poured.
Sleepless nights staring at ceilings.
I guess that is what you can afford.
Nitpicking the wrongs
Each message clearly stored.
I guess having a child who hates themselves
Was a mistake you could afford.
-m.
