The Devil Child
What’s wrong with me?
Why can’t I do anything right?
I will never be good enough,
Not for you,
I’m not skinny enough,
Not smart enough,
I’m the fire that has to be extinguished,
Got rid of and thrown away,
As I’m far too much trouble,
I really am the devil incarnate,
You say over and over,
“whats the matter with you?”
I’m just the problem,
With no solution,
An illness,
With no cure,
I try and try to just do what you see fit,
But I’m still more trouble than im worth,
Why would anyone want me?
I’ve failed at everything,
Everything I’ve ever done,
The disappointed comments hurt,
But the silenced disappointment hurts even more,
Like knives through me,
The searing pain hurting me,
But satisfying you,
It makes me want to cry,
To explode,
To just die,
“How did you turn out like this?”
You say,
“You had such a good childhood
You’ve wrecked everything
Causing such problems
I’m disappointed in you for doing those things,
What’s wrong with you?
Why can’t you do anything right.”
Copyright © Natasha Evans | Year Posted 2007
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