I'm the Weakest

Sometimes when I close my eyes

I remember all the smiles.

But, did I have a mask on that whole time

to play that perfect robot child?

I was warm.

I was never hungry.

I had a bed and a back pack for school.

But did my parents ever love me

for who I am and not what I do?

I can't make them proud of me

I'm to blame

for all those fucked up “grown-up” games

Wild child; never tame

Violence learned at a young age

From those who named me.

They try to change

me.

Love to berate me.

Deep down they hate me

and that just makes my

life

a game of defending,

My walls are up and

I'm only pretending

I'm strong,

but I'm not.

I have a hard time comprehending

love.

I can't touch it, so it must not be real

Young narcissists at the steeple

example of love

destroying good people.

Love is the epitome of all that is evil.