you

I hate how you control me

your words keep me on a leash

as if the only ones that can touch me

are the ones that can handle me

I will not speak

of the problems I have

but a very few can see it bubbling inside

you make me feel as if I do not deserve

the clothes on my back

or the air I breath

or the people that love me

you make me rebel

against all that I once loved

so know I hate it all

I enjoy nothing

I just sit there 

and stare at the blank walls

they all know that something is wrong

they whisper behind closed doors

thinking I cannot hear them 

but I can

I hear ever word they say about YOU to.

they blame you more than they do me

they blame you for all of it

 

Reviews

[Alicia Schroeder]

This is a greatly written peice of letting out the hurt. Awesome job

[David W Moore III]

A plaintive cry. A cry for release. Sometimes you need to take the first step and open tge closed doors they are talking behind.