Why do I have to shout,

for you to hear my words?

Why must I bleed,

to even catch your eye?

Why can you not just hold me?

And wipe my tears dry?

Why is everyone else so much better than I?

Why did you have me,

Just to cast me away?

I know I’ll never make you proud,

though I try to everyday.

By: Beverly Beekmans (2010)

I wrote this recently while trying to deal with some past issues that I have and struggle with.