All you seem to give
are backhanded compliments
and criticisms
I try to impress you
make you proud
and you say I could do better
If I get offended
if I get upset
you yell about my mistakes
as if I wasn't there when I made them
as if I don't constantly relive them in my mind
like an awful movie on repeat
I know screwed up
but I didn't do it to hurt you
it wasn't a sign of disrespect
or me trying to make you look bad
it isn't about you at all
it has everything to do with me
and sometimes I just need you
to tell me it's okay
because you love me
but you don't say that
ESTÁS LEYENDO
wilting roses
PoesíaAnother collection of (bad) poems. *tw: mentions of sexual assault, drug use, drinking, suicidal ideation and self harm* -a collection of poems that document my experiences with my mental health throughout high school. a warning: i had a few undiagn...
