Only One Ever Knew Me
They weren’t going to like me anyway
No one else ever had
So I gave them my sharps and my pokes and my sneers
I gave them my toughness. To let them know.
They were right.
I was so bad, no one could love me.
No one ever had.
And no one ever would.
Well, one had,
So I killed her for it.
Because I could not stand how wrong she was.
Everybody knew I was bad to the bone.
Why hadn’t she gotten that?
My mother had.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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