Yet the truth sits on my tongue
"Why are you not smiling?" You ask.
"I'm just tired," I say,
Yet the truth sits on my tongue, wanting to be spoken.
The truth is that you told me not to smile because it wasn't the right way, so I stopped.
"Why don't you eat?" You ask for the fourth day in a row.
"I'm just not hungry, I'll eat later," I say
Yet the truth sits on my tongue, again, wanting to be heard.
The truth is that you told me not to eat too much or I'll get fat, so I stopped eating.
"Why aren't you trying?" You ask, but with a tone of hate, disappointment, anger, and stupidity.
"I am trying!" I say, but you turn and yell at me "But trying when you're broken means nothing" I whisper.
Yet the truth sits on my tongue, trying to break free, wanting freedom.
The truth is that I am trying, but it's not directed to what you want, what you see fit.
I am trying to mend my soul and stitch my heart.
"Why are you not loving, caring, grateful like everyone else!" You yell, not remembering how much time I spent fixing you and neglecting myself.
"why, Why, WHY! That's all you ask! Never spending a glance at me to see that I have PROBLEMS just like YOU! But I am not going around acting like you! I keep it all to myself! And it hurts me." I scream and cry.
Tears on my face as I walk away.
Maybe you didn't want me but needed my presence as a trophy.
Yet the truth sits on my tongue, I didn't scream and yell at you, I just replied "I am sorry."
Walking back to the darkness you once lit.
