i really should be
doing something
towards pleasing
somebody else.
but instead
i'm writing
this stupid poem,
that doesn't help
anyone but me.

my priorities
are all
fucked up.
and i'm sorry
i accidentally
fucked someone else
while you still
dangled above my
head,
trying to taunt me.

it's not daddy's
fault-
he always taught
me to be
safe and sorry.
and mommy didn't
fuck up
because she told
me to be quiet
and do
your work.
but i know
it's not my
work.

but i have
worked hard
for every
condescending
look i get,
and i couldn't
be paid enough
to gie
those up.

everytime
i let you down,
you played
the drama king
and shot me down
with you.
when you realized
i was already
on my hands
and knees,
you found a way
to still kick
me in the head
while i was there.

you didn't
like it
when i started
screaming
and realizing
what was
MINE.
you didn't like it
when you found out
i was bigger
than anything
you've ever seen.

you didn't like it
when i liked
screaming.
and you couldn't
even think about
all those times
i let you down,
the noise was
so loud.

i realisxed
you didn't
make me strong.
you didn't
make me scream.
and when i yelled
"HEY BABY, I'M IT!"
you couldn't
kick me
anymore.