I try to speak here and share my life
But nothing seems to ever come out.
This problem is causing hate and strife,
which fills me with these thoughts of doubt.
Each night I sense the room get cold
I curl up in a ball thinking of the day.
My life full of scold and so uncontrolled
My heart crying throughout the dismay.
Oh, do you even notice me when I cry,
when these tears flow down my cheeks.
The minutes and hours seem to fly by
I think of all your lists of past critiques.
I think of all the things you called me
even when they were all so wrong.
Why don't you ever seem to see
these words don't make me strong.
This next time you make a remark
I'll try just to hide behind my choice.
Then I'll crawl into my bed in the dark
and say my prayers in my small voice.