Reflection

You sit here and yell at me for talking to him. You claim he's lied and deceived. You say he's hurt me. You sit here and yell at me. You tell me I am lying to myself. You scream I'm a disappointment. Well, here is the thing. You do the same damn thing. The only difference is that you call it parenting. How am I supposed to know what love feels like when I have never felt what it should feel like. I still talk to him because at least he loves me, even though he hurts me. You two just hurt me.  You sit there and yell at me that I am in an abusive relationship. Yet all of my scars come from you. It doesn't matter how perfect I am; I will never be enough because I will never be you. I sat there and told you I was hurting myself. I told you I was so dead inside that I just wanted to go. What did you do? You screamed at me for it. He is the only thing keeping me here, and you are taking him away from me. I could never tell you that, though, because that would make me a monster. When I'm here no more, make sure you thank him for keeping me here that long.