"You never do anything around the house! Never once have you asked me if you could help! YOU NEVER DO ANYTHING FOR ME!" Mom yelled.
Wanna know what I do for you?
I hide my problems to avoid getting you more stressed
I hide my scars so you don't feel pain
I fake a smile, so you think I'm fine
But you don't realize this.
And you yell at me everyday because of it!
But if you would just look and see
You would see that your daughter is drowning
You would see her jet black cold eyes
You would finally see me.
So don't tell me I never do anything for you,
Look and see
You would be surprised.
YOU ARE READING
Am I Good Enough Now?
PoetryDepression really sucks, and believe me I would know. So these are the poems of what goes on in my mind, even if I don't say them out loud. Sorry if you don't like them. *Trigger warning*