PANIC
I've lost control!
The mask is slipping
As the tears threaten to spill
This overwhelming feeling rises in my chest
Breaking the barriers I set around it
Trying to contain it
I am drowning in my suppressed screams
Holding back these emotions
These weaknesses
I won't give in!
The foundations and walls begin crumbling around me
And I am left vulnerable
In plain sight
FEAR
Don't see me!
But the bottle is breaking
Like the beer bottle we would throw as children
Flinging it high n the air
And watching it spiral down-
Till it shattered in a million pie
Mommy!
You just found out!
You have me inside of you!
It took a lot not to squirm when I heard your beautiful voice.
But I did it.
I can't believe how thrilled you are!
Mommy!
I'm getting so big!
I can tell you can feel it.
Sorry if it hurts mommy.
Even through the pain,
You're still proud of me.
Daddy doesn't seem so happy though.
Why?
Please don't cry mommy!
Why did you let him touch you?!
Why didn't you fight back?!
Please don't cry.
He made me mad mommy.
Leave him.
Ouch mommy!
It burns!
Mommy please stop!
Stop!
STOP!
Please..
I don't understand.
Why did you hurt me?
I had such beautiful brown eyes mommy
And
"high school is for finding bridesmaids, college is for finding a husband."
What if I don't want a husband?
What if the person I'm in love with
I've known since before I knew what real love is?
Would that break your heart?
What if I told you it was the person you thought of as a fifth daughter?
After my sisters, the dog, and myself of course
You used to say that it wouldn't matter
That you would love me anyway
But how about now?
Now that it might be a reality?
Does that change anything
Between you and me?
I used to think that we would be close no matter what
But things are changing
I can't stop it no more than I can deny it.
You Wanted Me Perfect. by CaeTroiPhotography, literature
Literature
You Wanted Me Perfect.
You wanted my heart.
I gave you my heart.
You wanted me to be truthful.
I told you everything.
You wanted me to love you.
I loved you.
You wanted me to get better.
I'm getting better.
You wanted me to be there for you.
I tried to be there for you as much as I can.
You needed me to be perfect.
I tried my hardest to be perfect.
Evidently I wasn't what you needed me to be.
Because you've tossed me in the trash.
When I was little, my dream house was huge. I still have a drawing of it. It had a roller coaster and a swimming pool and a big bedroom full of toys… As I grew older, I decided that I did not want that, and dreamed of something simpler. It wasn't until recently that I realized that I had already found my dream house.
My parents bought our cabin when I was eight, and I hated it. It was musty, moldy, ugly and ancient, and you had to plug your nose while you were inside. My parents slowly began to make improvements: a wood floor, a light golden brown log siding, a dark green shingled roof, big rocks along the shore… It's a little
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