You never said sorry
not even if it was your fault
you would say that I was over-reacting
or that I made a big issue out of nothing
and it hurts.
It hurts to be the one who speaks their mind and to be labeled the villain in the end.
Even though you're the one working like a cow
to make ends meet...
despite being the one who strives to earn
every coin this cruel world has to offer...
despite the fact that I am openly whoring myself
just so anyone could pay me----
for an edited paper or their fucking home work...
Oh no, I am the bad person in front of our friends.
I am the one who spouts hurtful words.
I am the one who needs to be proud of you.
I should be better.
But you never say sorry.
You tell me reasons.
You are working your ass off.
You are losing your mind.
You need me to understand you.
You just need me to see what you do for me.
But how about me?
Is it really okay to just be the oppressed
and be framed as the one who wrongs you?!
You tell me you appreciate me.
You tell me you're proud of me.
You tell me that I am beautiful.
You tell me you love me.
Now, do you know why I don't believe you when you say these?
When I really want to punch you in the face ...
When my long fingernails reach out to scratch my face in unconscious frustration ...
When I cry myself to sleep thinking if choosing you was one of the biggest mistakes I've ever made in my life...
When I cry again for acknowledging that fact...
When I try to suffocate my pains and my frustration just to make you feel less worse than you already are...
Yes, you gave me so much.
But you withheld something I really wanted to hear.
You forgot to say that you're sorry
even though I wanted you to.