A gift.
A better seat.
Feels like a trick not a treat.
From where comes this shift?
You never spend more.
In where lies your plan.
Extra to you is a chore.
This behavior I cannot stand.
It makes my skin itch
If I tell, am I a snitch?
Years of fear and guilt.
Walls around my heart I built.
Can I trust this new path,
Or will I face your dormant wrath?
A loud voice, a heavy hand-
The things I learned to understand.
But kindness? Generosity?
To my heart, an atrocity.
I will never not be grateful
Forgive my instinct its thoughts are hateful
Six year old me does not know why
For a twenty-one year old me this too does apply.