Where do you think my anger at the world came from?
Do you think it simply sprung into existence
Like the sudden crack of thunder in a storm?
No, that’s not how it works
It grew, it grows
Like a weed in my heart, in my head
You have more influence than you think in my emotions
The groundwork for my person came from you
But I do not want to carry this feeling in my chest
like a red stain on my face telling everyone Stay Away.
I want to be kind
I want my bones to be a shelter and my body to be a home
Flowers should grow from my heart like a garden in spring
Instead I feel as if I am full of poison and thorns
And this is your doing
I am a mirror without wanting to be
A product of your design
Are you ashamed?
Do you even realize it?
I did
I am ashamed
Both for me and for you
Because just as I learned from you
You learned from another
And I hope, as I am unlearning
Rebuilding from the ground up
You see it
And you start too