Bitter
You make me doubt myself
Hate myself
Make me not want to believe in myself
Give me the chills
Then knock me out
I was a fighter
Now you’ve got me pinned down
Between the thoughts and the clocks
Spewing opinions like they blow chunks
Hands won’t stop
Air quotes and tick tocks
All the words are floating around
Like back wash in your mothers cup
When she forgets to wash the alcohol
From her perfectly parted lips
Daughter daughter daughter,
That’s what they taught me to be
But I’m failing the people who call me sister
These bullshit comments leaving blisters
Falling from the monkey bars didn’t seem scary
But failing you now
Is way to heavy
Of a weight
Of a problem for me to handle
And these words, these thoughts
They aren’t of myself
Get a job
Make the grade
Stop telling me I drink too much
Tell me I’m something
Tell me I’m worth something
That my time wasn’t wasted
On apparently wasting yours
Tell me I didn’t fuck up
The way mom and dad did
Tell me that they slowly didn’t stop saying
I love you
I adore you whore
Tell me I’m different
Tell me I’m fucking different
Tell me I’m the exception
Just like they told you
That maybe
Just maybe
You’re a little different
That you’re not a whore
That I’m not a drinker
Or maybe I’m the overthinking asshole
Who is just a little fucking bitter