If You Bothered To Really Know How I Feel
You’ re supposed to be there for me. Instead, you make me feel like shit.
Obviously, like many, I was an Oopsie, but that shouldn’ t change the way
You treat me. Sometimes, when I try to recall my childhood, all I remember
Was the spanking, or the yelling and screaming. The majority of the time, I
Was a good kid. I know I can misbehave, but even when I don’ t, you mistreat me.
You poke fun at my being overweight, or make fun of my muffin top. You were
Overweight once. Why? If you don’ t like something I wear, or like if you do like it,
You make a statement to make me feel low, so I won’ t wear it and you will, or you try
To lower my self-esteem, by claiming that I don’ t look good in this or I’ m too dark
And fat for that. Shouldn’ t you at least encourage me to wear what I’ d like? If I share
My opinions or thoughts with you, you belittle them, or you tell me that’ s stupid or try
To shut me down. I don’ t always have to have the same view on things as you. Sometimes,
You ignore me. When I tell you about my day or how I feel. I’ s as if your partner is more
Important than me, as if you asked for me to talk to myself, so you can chat on the phone.
Whenever you’ re in any bad mood, you take it out on me, or try to ruin my day. You never seem
To try and relax yourself. It’ s always me. When we’ re out with your partner, it’ s as if you’ re trying
To rub the relationship on my face, as if we were school girls. It makes me uncomfortable, which
Is why I prefer to stay at home. You treat me differently and change moods for the worse as well.