Poems of a Frustrated, Broken, and Hiding Author.

Ruin.

Oh you!

How you ruin!

Why must you fall upon me and expect me not to beg for rest?

I have worked hard,
My fingers calloused and my body bury from the sun.

I have provided an cared,
But you have failed to see.

One job to the next I try and try to fulfil your wants and needs.

I am but one person, I cannot keep up with all of your demands.

You wish for me to do everything,
But how!

I am but a simple child, I am not grown enough to do everything you ask of me.

Will you not throw me to the dogs so I may have a chance to thrive instead of whither and die under your gaze.

Your words burn me like fire.

Lazy, whore, stupid...

How can I not give in to your words?

Yet no one sees behind a pretty smile,
People slowly dying inside.

I ask for love, love that is to be expected, but ripped apart from selfish wants and expectations.

I do not slaughter your name as you wish with my own.

I do not persecute you and hate you for your actions.

I just want you to change.

Change to a person I can look to.

A person that I don't think you know...

A person I don't think you can understand.

A parent.