Anyway here is the truth..
The truth is no one cares. No one ever cared!
Nobody ever cared to ask more than once if I was okay.
Nobody cared enough to come and give me a hug when I was upset.
Nobody cared enough to listen to me, to my side of the story.
Nobody cared enough to notice or find it ask what I was hiding.
When I act out you never hear me say sorry and people call me a bitch for it. But nobody cares that they didn't apologise for making me act out. In fact nobody cares what they even did to make me act out never mind apologising about it. So I'm meant to apologise for defending myself or someone else or something I believe in and I'm meant to forgive the fact that they insulted me or my family or my friends or my beliefs and then apologise to them. We live in a god damn fucked up world and I'm done apologising.
Originally published 27th December 2014
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The little things
PoésieThis is compilation of little poetry things. Highest in poetry (what's hot) #52 #8 in poetry undiscovered/up and coming Contains strong language. © all rights reserved If you find these poems have been copied or translated without my permission or c...
