What happened to you?I wrote this poem about how my mother treats me now. I'm not sure what changed her, but she did so this is about her.
That you would never do anything to hurt me,
But you do.
You scream, rant, rave,
swear, slap, hurt me.
It gets so bad.
So bad that
want to hurt myself.
So bad that I want to sob for hours,
but I don't want to break down,
I'm not weak.
I'm not a little girl to be caressed and
cajoled and fooled-
I once thought you were perfect, kind, loving, caring.
Now I am tired of life-
this life, that is.
I don't want to worry whether or not if I will be yelled at if I forget something.
I don't want to have to some of the first words I hear to be a rebuke.
I don't want to have to lock myself away for my own safety.
Home isn't safe anymore.
You aren't a safe harbor anymore.
I don't want to go there anymore.
I don't want to listen to you argue constantly.
I just want to be me-
no strings attached.
Why can't you just leave me alone?
Just let me be-
forever and ever.
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