My heavy breaths dance with my sadness. Was
it the fact you expected more from me? You say
I failed you when I try my best and that I'll never
be enough. I laugh, sing, smile yet I can't dust
off your disappointment or is it hatred? I'll never
know, I find the courage to tell you hoping for
comfort but you lecture me instead "lazy" "ungrateful"
"stupid". You shower me with hurtful
words. When I cry I'm being 'emotional' when I
laugh I'm being 'too happy'. I'm not allowed to ...