Poetry

Mommy Issues: I'm Fine

I'm holding on as if it's my life,
Because it is.

I let someone break me beyond repair,
Parts of me scattered and lost.

Even time couldn't heal the wound the person who I thought loved me the most left.

Forgiving and forgetting is a worn-out rule,
Faded and frayed,
It's unreadable.

I'm left picking up the pieces of myself,
By myself,
With myself.

I cry as everyone watches me pick up the broken pieces of myself,
Some even take the pieces and showcase them.

"This is a piece of someone who doesn't know what despair is, they are merely an ungrateful kid,"

And I believe them.

I'm nothing more than an ungrateful crybaby.

With this realization,
I try to smile.

"I'm fine,"