Stop telling me that I am strong.
You're just praising my power but you
Never fix what is wrong.
Stop telling me I am powerful.
You keep leaving me with tasks
And my hands are full.
I am not here to be your God.
You think I can do everything myself
And I really cannot.
I am not remotely divine.
I can’t even save myself and
Most days I don’t even try.
I can not run any faster,
I can not run at all.
But you move me to always do more,
Gearing me up to finally fall.
And you call me an ugly person
When I am not swimming in grattitude
When you gift me your attention.
As if the issue is my attitude.
But I should not be grateful
For the bare minimum of recognition
That there even is a problem.
And I won’t fake a smile
To tell politely that you are wrong.
My time is precious
And your denial
Really is not.
It is so fucking suspicious
You can’t even spot
That.
I am so fucking worn down.
I tried to push us up
And you tore me down.
I won’t let you gaslight me anymore.
So cuss me out
When I roll out the door.
Cause I have have said goodbye.
I am so fucking done.
I am beyond exhausted.
Consider me gone.
Stop telling me I am strong
As an excuse to make me a punching bag.
I will no longer be a stand in
For all the things you lack.
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