Anything Remotely Human
It’s hard to let people in
when you can’t even
get a hold of yourself
sometimes.
Constantly being ridiculed on your personality,
your actions, body,
completely picked apart
like meat off the bone.
Accepting your criticism isn’t hard, it’s foolish.
Why should I lessen myself to benefit you?
Why care about what you think of my body?
My opinions? Beliefs?
Why, because you’re family?
I will not, am not,
and most certainly can not
accept you’re criticism.
It’s all worthless to me
and those observations
that disturb you,
fluster,
pester,
and condemn me,
I can’t accept either.
Just because I’m not like you
doesn’t mean I can’t be my own person.
Pretty soon all these internal battles
will culminate and
Then it’ll be to late for you
to accept anything remotely human about me.
