Sunday, October 2, 2011

your voice like nails on a chalkboard

You push, you shove.
You yell and scream.
You tell me what I think, what I do, how I do things is wrong.
You call me lame, dumb, and stupid.
You never take my side.
I'm never good enough, fast enough, or skinny enough for you.
You know when I am weak, and you knock me down when I'm there.
You blame everything on me.
You pick on me.

"Sometimes, it's never quite enough"

(and after all of this, you tell me that I am not the victim)

I'm giving up.

1 comment:

  1. Mayson, sometimes it concerns me that this is how you feel, but most days I think "she's tough, she'll make it through". Just know that I'm cheering you on. Don't worry, you survive it (you have no idea how often I feel like this). Just keeping pushing through, keep smiling, you are wonderful.