I wrote this yesterday. I had just gotten into trouble with my parents and this popped into my head.
Figuring Out How Deep it Cuts
It's taken me
thirteen
years to realize
that my best just
isn't
good enough
not for you
not
for anyone
I try my best
not to cry
because
then you deem
me weak
but when a sliver
of my
humanity
shines
you tell me to
toughen up
You the people
who
are supposed
to
encourage me
are the ones who
bring me
down
Day after day
Year after year
Hour after
agonizing
hour
I am treated
as if
I am nothing but
dirt
Haven't you
figured
out that I'm
dying
that how you
treat me
words and actions
is cutting
deeper and deeper
into
my heart?
Or that every
cut every scar
reopens
each day
just to bleed
a little
more?
Don't you see me
trying
to make
you happy?
I guess not
you
would have acknowledged
me
by now
One day you
will
see just how
bright
my light can
shine
You'll regret
not
encouraging
me not
allowing
me to be human
I will be strong
And you'll know
just how
deep
it cuts
After all
I've
already got
figured for you