Mine is one fairly easy to explain.
My frustrations and pain
have both morphed into a rage.
At the boy who called me fat in fourth grade,
because words can’t hurt me so verbal bullying is “okay”.
At the father who didn't know how to keep my mother,
because raising 6 kids is “easy” and appreciation is “too hard”.
At adults always looking at one side and not the other,
because teenagers are just “dramatic” and our
frustrations “don't matter”.
At the teacher who said I was selfish
for loving a boy who made me smile.
And I have TRIED to salvage what was left of the four year old me,
but she is lost and so is her memory.
after all the chaos and pain,
Is an ugly