This pic. Was drawn the day my brother and his wife accused me of something God awful. I'm better now, but my wounds are still healing. And I wrote him a poem about how I felt when they did this to me. They didn't care of course.
You know me
A salty drop falls from my cheek as I listen to what they’re telling me.
My face flushes in anger, my stomach feels kicked, and all warmth has left my blood.
Why? Can’t you see?! You know me! YOU FUCKING KNOW ME!
Anger, despair, and sorrow choke me, drowning me in my inner flood.
Look at me! Do I really look like that kind of despicable person?!
Bile rises from my throat; my teeth begin to chatter as I restrain myself from throwing something at they’re damn heads.
After everything I’ve been through, you really believe I would do the same to another innocent?
My bones feel cold and hot, shaking me so badly while I struggle to breathe, watching you sever our finally family threads.
I would rather kill myself than allow that to happen to another, in an instant.
I finally snap as I jump from my seat. Get out! Get. The. Fuck. out!
But still you don’t hear me. You only see what you want to believe.
I watch you leave, and I hope you both choke on your doubt.
All I can do is stand here and weep. But just for a moment I allow myself to grieve.
Then, after I have proven my innocents I will still never forgive you. You’ve cut me too deep for that.
Heh~ Here I just thought you just wanted to come over and chat, and maybe have some tea.
But you know what hurts the most Matt?
I thought you knew me…why can’t you see. It’s me damn it…IT’S ME!