Miscommunication can lead to ill treatment
A difference of opinion absolving one of their responsibility
I see this as your perception of behaviour that’s decent
Falls short of what’s in your capabilities
Not deserving of respect
Once I no longer satisfy your desires
Without the attachment of accountability
I’m an object against which you unconsciously conspire
I’m so tired of being tired
Help me understand how you don’t get it
A person ain’t a person unless you treat them like one
I’m so tired of the validation
That treating me right gets you extra credit
Human decency won’t get you a medal of participation
I’m done.
But I can’t be
I can’t just give up and stop now
I see no end in sight but they say there’s more on the horizon
The world is round and my vision is flat
But my acceptance is well rounded and your perception of me falls flat
So our horizons don’t seem to be on the same planet
Because your justification is truly out of this world
To believe there’s two equal sides to pain
When one takes pleasure and leaves when it’s inconvenient
And the other tries to move past being forgotten in vain
Yeah, it sucks, I got hurt
But hey, you got off Scott free
As long as you don’t have to deal with the wreckage
You’ll keep on being who you’re meant to be
And I’ll do the same
But I’ll deal with the trauma
My story punctuated with pain
My growth the ongoing chapters
My pain the peppered comma’s
But as long as I keep writing my story
The end will always keep changing
My happiness will grow as the memory of you dims
And the pain will begin fading
About the Creator
Jemilla Mills-Smith
I’m a fiction writer that published her first YA novel “Bastet’s Legacy” last year. I want to commit my life to writing stories for everyone to relate to.



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