NOT A FINGER…

You promised not to hit me

But your words cut through me like knives.

Your screams and scolds

Have taken away my joy.

I look myself in the mirror

And I don’t feel good enough.

Would it have been better?

If I was everything else you wished I was.

 

My friends are cool,

Till the name calling starts.

I hate it but I can’t react.

Lest they call me too emotional

Or not strong enough to take silly jokes.

But they don’t get it.

The words break me ,

More than I show,

More than I let them know.

 

Mama said she wished she never had me,

I’m the reason her true love left.

Mama said, I was doomed,

And nothing good could come out of me.

Now I’m hiding in the shadows:

For even the day hates me.

 

If looks could kill,

I’d be dead.

You make me feel worthless

And I wonder why.

Are you angry at me

For not being better?

Or is it just a ploy to make yourself feel good?

That you don’t share in my flaws

And to you, I’m no good.

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I hope we break these cycles of emotional abuse. The painful words we say to each other, the playful jabs and the comparison games all amount to emotional abuse and more.

Let’s make others know too when they are treading too far with certain things they say.

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#DAY 18 OF 30DAYS30POEMS

#JustWriteIt