Made Me

My blood looks enticing in its compartments.
I’m tempted to pierce my paper-thin skin,
Spill myself on tattered parchment.
Maybe then people would read me;
My thoughts spilled on paper,
I’m no longer a mystery.
Will they see tears in the breaks of the lines?
Will they feel what I feel almost every night?
Will they feel pain when there’s so much to say
But I know that it’s useless so I will it away?
I’m constantly checking the lock on my mouth,
Praying my rancid thoughts don’t fall out.
Keeping my mind locked down for safety
‘Cause nobody cares about the person they made me.
My heart is aching, my eyes have grown tired.
I’ve spent my whole life walking on their wire.
Trying to be the good girl I’m supposed to
But what was it worth when nobody holds you?
Somewhere in their heart or close in their mind
And I’ve been let down way too many times.
Maybe I’m broken, my eyes shut too tight,
But I’ve got a gut feeling that tells me I’m right.
This is the type of thing that makes me feel crazy,
‘Cause nobody cares about the person they made me.

**little tribute to the majority of my family**