Sometimes I hate myself
And the image of my smile in the mirror
The fakest smile I could ever pull out
Sometimes I hate myself
And my inability to do what others do
And I can't find the right words to explain
Why I can't work with men anymore
I can't explain to you, brother
The hell I went through when I had a nanny at 6
And she had a grandson of 18
Who liked to play grown ups with the girls
I can't explain to you how scarring that is
And how it came to affect all my connections to others
I doubt you'd ever understand what that feels like
So let's just pretend I am the lazy person we think I am
The one sis thinks I am
And pretend once again I don't have struggles of my own
*Written on February 25 2020*
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Deep Dive: A Poetry Book
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I wrote in the last 10 years You will notice the older they are the sadder they feel, but the more recent the happier and more hopeful they become. I will publish 45 chapters and close this book as I think it's a part o...
