what you taught me

you are the type of parent that teaches a child to confuse hate with love
pain with learning

a bee stung me when i tried to save it from drowning in a pool
you called me stupid instead of compassionate

i rushed into the house holding 4 different things
you lost it because i left the door open while rushing in

i gave a college student $15 for college tuition
you said i was wasting my money

you scream at me and say you are sorry later
that you should have said it “nicer”

but you say things you can’t take away
that i have OCD, that you are praying for me to come back to God

you said while i was struggling to believe,
that God exists otherwise you’d be hitting me

I’m sorry,
don’t say it nicer,

just don’tΒ say it at all


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