dear parents,
you asked me how my day went.
'it was normal' i said.
i didn't know what to say,
not that i know now.
you asked me why i never answered honestly.
is it my fault that every time i speak the truth,
you'll just slap me right in the face with your words.
saying that every wrong doings in this world is my fault, alone.
YOU ARE READING
a letter to you ;
Poetryall of things i never had the balls to say english is NOT my first language, sorry for any grammatical mistakes - jeanne
