It is not my fault.
It is your job as a parent
to care for me
to want to see me
to love me.
But you act like a child.
You act like it is my job
to care for you
and be with you all the time
and love you.
I've been told all my life
that I am not allowed to dislike my mother.
But
I am allowed to dislike
the people that make me
sad
and angry.
The people
that make me grow up
way too fast.
The people
like her
who made me an adult
before I got the chance to be a child.
YOU ARE READING
Butterfly Kisses and Other Miracles
PoetryPoetry about a girl and her thoughts. Poetry about unsaid yet so sorely felt emotion. Poetry. Be gentle. You're holding my heart.
