please no men
I have reached out only to be pushed away. I cried for help only to be told to shut up. My pillow stays as soaked as the two year old whose mother neglected changing her. I sit alone in deep thought of answers that seems to be tangled in the questions I never ask. Can you feel me??? do you understand that it hurts every time my eyes touches yours and feels that burning sensation of disgust and discouragement. I try to shield myself on the outside by forcing a hug or even a I Love You but it seems as if the very action is cursed and is stoned for even trying to even attempt such a thing.Respect is what you ask of me just because of your title that you hold so well. Maybe its because out of you came my very exsistence. Which back then didn't mean as much as it does now. How did I become somthing you despise and make you frown up like a lemon at the sound of my name?? I pray and pray but our ego's have us playing an endless tug of war. Something has to give.
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