Broken Girl
“I sense a broken girl.”
You said to me,
After you were rude to me,
Yelled at me,
Hardcore judged me.
I was nice to you in response,
To your harsh, angry behavior.
“I sense a broken girl.”
You say back, like you’re my life’s dictator.
You said that I don’t want people to feel the way that I do,
Depressed, and quote “s***”,
That deep trench’s blue.
It made my brain remember, the self-crimes which I did commit.
The hatred, and the hell in my mind
Which I thought you cared enough to unwind,
But you didn’t care, and I realized that when you asked to see my naked body.
I said a stern, plain no.
You called me blunt and rude.
And maybe I was;
I was no longer broken, but experienced,
with people with your manipulative attitude.
You sense a “broken girl”,
but I don’t.