Confused

The words they say shambles my brain,

Making me think differently of others.

They bury their words into my head,

Because I am vulnerable when it comes to you.

You tend to manipulate me when I sense something is wrong.

When I open up to you,

You push my feelings away,

Saying that it doesn’t matter

Or that I am ‘weak.’

And how I’m too emotional for you.

You say that you are there for me,

I could talk to you about everything.

But when I speak,

You shove my words away

To talk about yourself.

Turning me into your therapist.

You keep telling me what I went through,

Didn’t give me mental health problems,

Or depression.

Then you tell me that I am depressed.

One second you lift me up,

Motivating me that I can do it.

Another second you put me down.

I don’t want to talk to you anymore.

But I have no one else to speak to.

You say that you love me,

But your actions say otherwise.

I want to tell you that I love you.

But it feels weird coming out of my mouth,

Maybe because I am still a teenager.

But living with you makes me feel like a burden,

Because you chosen a man over me.

Over your own kids.

But when I come to you,

I just wished you cared a little more

Then just see me as the twins.

I go to the other side to vent my feelings,

And it just turns into an argument of manipulation.

I have nowhere to go,

But you’re all I have.