I didn't know I could say no.
I didn't know I could say no. Plucked like unsuspecting, unripe fruit in the garden between freeze tag and mud pies. He made playing house the X Games edition. Every weekend, a new shame, but don't tell, or you'll be the one who gets blamed. I reached out for justice anyway, and I'll be damned! I found blame and disgust. They didn't even try to make it right. This can't be how parenting works. I move on. No longer mint-in-box. They say no one wants a broken toy. I say, but I'm only broken on the inside! Damaged goods. When you tear open your original packaging, you're not only worth less You're worthless. But I say FUCK THAT! Why didn't you hold me and tell me it wasn't my fault? Why didn't you at least try to make it right? I was little. I deserved better. I was always worthy of love and protection. You consistently failed me, and I will never forgive you.