Jun 10 2017
My Past
I never wore skirts, or dresses, or gowns
Instead I wore trousers and let my dreams drown
I never took lessons in language or art
I did what they wanted and broke my own heart
I never made choices (they’ve never been mine)
I tumble and tumble, like a corpse down an incline
I never learned music – piano, guitar
I really tried hard not to show I was scarred.
I never stood up for myself or my needs
I grew to be someone who nods and concedes
I believed what they told me, no matter how cruel
I hated my body and hated my school
I never stopped eating, I only grew fat
The nights all grew longer – and lonely, at that
Round, large and ugly – never pretty, or cute
Trying hard every day to avoid a dispute.
I wasn’t that worried – not then, anyway
But the things I didn’t do hinder me today
Now I am not special, I am just full of shit
And sad due to things I just never did.
This one hit me pretty hard with the feels.
It’s exceptionally well written as always and an amazing piece of artistic expression.
I love it.