How it is to be me.

How they only see the love bites on my skin and never the cuts on my wrists and thighs.
How seldom you hear "I'm proud of you" when doing something right and achieving something you never thought you could and yet how often you you hear "I'm disappointed in you" when you slip up and do the littlest wrong thing or any kind of mistake.
How everything you do is constantly being overlooked,well of course except for the wrong. How your wrong is constantly looked into with great detail.
How when you reciprocate the energy you're given and do the same things done unto you,you're made out to be a villain.
How easily they'll tell you "you make me miserable" ,"I'm disappointed in you", "you're toxic", "if I kill myself it would be because of you" forgetting that you you too are human. Forgetting how happy you've made them before and yet never heard about it. Oh? And how when your eyes are red?its assumed it's because you're intoxicated never that maybe you were actually silently and secretly crying. How you're supposed to forgive but never get forgiveness. Oh how it is to be me.
©tamicelle