I’ve stayed silent for way to long.
And when I speak I say way to much.
Maybe you should lower your expectations of me.
Maybe your standards are far to high.
I enjoy you looks of sheer disappointment.
I enjoy your whispers and gasps of shock.
The entertainment I get from you reactions is uncanny.
You look at my life as if it were disgusting.
Yet you have no idea of the terrors I survived.
You shouldn’t judge the things you couldn’t even fathom surviving.
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and so very true. people rarely try to see what's underneath our shells. I once read, "don't tell me how to tie my laces if you've never walked in my shoes." Your poem emphasizes that. wonderful way to resay it.