Expressing Emotions

A Poem by Anaya

I have a hard time expressing my emotions,
I get depressed and go to sleep.
You don't understand my turmoil,
So why would I bother trying to speak.
To you I can't explain what I feel,
So you see me as bleak.
Truth be told,
I was silenced long ago from your painful critiques.
When I was open about my pain,
You told me I was weak.
When I talked about my suicide,
You called me a ungrateful freak.
You shamed me with disgracefulness,
Like an unwanted back-shelf antique.
You labeled me as nothing,
Said I was a bad type of unique.
You didn't give one care,
For the ocean like streaks
Falling down my boiling-hot cheeks.
So how dare you criticize me,
For feeling a deep stab in my chest,
When you ask my feelings to speak.