I'm sorry. Hurt People

On Sunday, you found me at Jackson’s place. I know you were mad, and you had every right to be, but I needed support, too, you know? Your face was red, and I never thought that I could be afraid of you until then. You started yelling at us and accusing us of doing things. It was really scary. Finally, I recognized that expression in your eyes as the one my dad had right before he’d get violent. I really thought you were going to hit him, but you didn’t. You suddenly looked more like my mom, and you just left us there.



I am so sorry for everything, but we were making each other worse. I feel like a monster, and I don’t want to turn you into one, too. Mom said she couldn’t believe that I would just throw everything away like that, and my dad said that I was an embarrassment. The thing is, though, they don’t know anything about me, or our relationship. I don’t know if anybody really knows me. They only see what I show them. I can’t get true acceptance from other people if I’m always trying to please them instead of being my own, authentic self.

 à la fin.