“It’s not the words that matter.
It’s the tone, the sound, your eyes telling me.
It’s the hint of despair in your voice, and
It’s everything that shows your care and choice.
It’s what shows me your hate, your corrupt heart.
It’s the very thing that tears me apart.
It’s the yelling, the ‘for your own good’
It’s that thing that hits me more than it should.
It’s what splits me in halves.
It’s why I cry while you laugh.
I didn’t ask for it to be this way.
You made me like this.
The yelling hurt not only my ears, but my heart.
The voices told me to give in.
I did, and now we’re friends.
I could never find my true self.
I’ll never be able to help myself.
But as the voices persist,
My only friend who’s been here for me,
I’m suddenly grateful for this gift.
It allows me to truly see.”