Bitter

Felicityjones

I'm knocking down walls from deep inside,
The thoughts and feelings I hide behind.
I am so deeply sorry to all who I love.
I share my parents faces now,
My hand fits the glove.
The anger of my father,
I feel it run through my veins.
My mother's insensitivity is planted into my brain.
I've turned into someone so mean, spiteful and bitter.
The thoughts gets under my skin and festers like a chigger.
Trust me when I say that I want to change,
but a part of me is addicted to the emotional pain.
I do this to myself and also to others,
Sitting in my emotions until it smothers.
How did it get this bad?
What have I done?
A mess of a person is what I've become.
I truly hate myself and how I am.
Is this me now?
I am now a scam.

  • Author: Felicity Jones (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 29th, 2018 00:37
  • Comment from author about the poem: It's about how I see myself taking on these unhealthy traits and characteristics of my parents. How I recognize these things, feel hopeless about it and hate myself for what I turned into. The addiction to the pain I give to myself by making others miserable. Wanting to change, but also not having the motivation to.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 12
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