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I've never known just what to say
Because all I say is wrong.
I never know what what to do
Because I get confused.
Am I supposed to talk aloud
And search for help for them?
Or do I shut myself away-
Never cry and show them?
When I speak I'm wrong and hurt
Everyone I speak to.
When I'm shut up I'm told to talk
And hurt them if I don't....
Either way I'm hated-
Either way I hate myself-
Either way is wrong for me-
Uncomfortable for all.
Please just tell me what to do
So I don't do it wrong....
Because all I say is wrong.
I never know what what to do
Because I get confused.
Am I supposed to talk aloud
And search for help for them?
Or do I shut myself away-
Never cry and show them?
When I speak I'm wrong and hurt
Everyone I speak to.
When I'm shut up I'm told to talk
And hurt them if I don't....
Either way I'm hated-
Either way I hate myself-
Either way is wrong for me-
Uncomfortable for all.
Please just tell me what to do
So I don't do it wrong....
Literature
I was taught right from wrong
I was taught right from wrong
By a murderer
I was taught truth from lies
By a magician
I was taught who my friends were
By my enemy
I was taught to be honest
By a professional liar
I was taught to always speak my mind
By being told to keep quiet
I was taught to be kind
By someone that beat me down
I was taught to smile
By someone who could never wipe a scowl of their face
I was taught to love
By being abused
I was taught to live
By someone who was already dead
I was taught to perform
By someone with stage fright
I was taught to be excellent
By someone that failed in everything
I was taught to rely on only my self
By being su
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Tastes Like...
Daddy likes to make me
Eat my words.
I see him hit Mommy
And I know she hurts.
So I tell him, to get her
He has to go through me.
And, well, I can no longer walk
And I can no longer see.
Daddy makes me eat my words
And reality starts to flood.
Yes, Daddy makes me eat my words…
And my words taste like blood.
Literature
Seventeen (In Phases)
1.
It was because her parents had named her for the grandmother who had broken her mother’s heart. The grandmother whose heart was supposed to have melted from her birth and hadn’t.
That was why her mother barely looked at her. That was why she called her ‘girl’.
That was why she liked to pretend she was the quiet woman in the background of an old black and white movie. Because everything here was like an old black and white movie.
[And if she really looked back, her mother had never appreciated the elegance of the 1950s enough.]
2.
It was because she hated surprises. The surprise she got on her sixth birthday wh
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