Voices from within

You told me I couldn’t be anything
Because of my parents past
You told me if I tried hard enough
I might just come in last

You told me I'll never be a leader
Because I was born to follow
You told me my father didn't love me
And that was to hard of a pill to swallow

You think that I'm always going to have to depend on you
But I don't need you and I never will
You’ve done nothing for me but tear me down
And cause my self esteem to go downhill

You think you know everything
But you don’t know the half
You have no idea what it feels like
To tell your story and have other people laugh
I remember standing in the bathroom
Looking at all the blood as if someone was dead
But it was me, it was the cuts
It was my arm that bled

All the nights I was forced to lay on the floor
I prayed someone would help me up
The night that I got stepped on
Was the night I realized I had enough
I'm expected to be able to take so much

Because I'm a girl,
You say this builds character
And helps you get ready for the world
I hope God forgives you
For all you put me through
But I'm going to be the best me
Even if it kills you

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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