My Story

You say not to keep my feelings bottled up
but when I tell you, you stab me with your words
that are absolutely crippling
but I encourage you for just one moment
to bite your tongue and listen
instead of saying you know my life and
know I had it easy
YOU DO NOT know the pain
I felt way back in the sixth grade
you did not feel his hands all cross my body
or hear the words like venom telling me he loved me
and he knew what I wanted
and you did not see me cry as he did what he pleased
and then watch tears fall as I sat alone and afraid
You did not see me a year later with the pills and razor in my hand
and you did not feel the emptiness I felt
you say you are my parents and you know when something's wrong
but where were you when all this was going on
did you think I was just dramatic as I cried myself to sleep or
did you think I was to sensitive as your words made me bleed
I know I'm not who you want me to be
You have made that clear but can you accept that this is my story
and I am just learning to be happy with me
Why can't you?

~a.b