I am my own worst critic
I find so many fake emotions to hide behind to mimic
There's a brokeness a pain filled life
The assumption that I'm a good mother and wife
Another assumption that I've been privileged in my life
Life beat me and wore me down
Often there's a vacancy not a soul around
Maybe you think I'm being dramatic
Maybe you think I'm Karen
Or you just don't care
This is one of the reasons I tucked things away and stopped sharing
I once tried to be giving
I had open heart
But life the monster it is tore me apart
There were times I was hungry exhausted and scared
Often ignored not seen knowing no one cared
I lifted myself up day after day hoping to God things wouldn't be the same
Trying to find someone to just confide
Slowly realizing they had agendas to hide
Maybe I'm bitter
Maybe I'm in a perpetual winter
I'm tired of being used
I'm tired of all the abuse
Broken as a child I hid it for years
Not saying what he did to me and hiding all...