pity poor me

I flip off your closed door .. what should be our bedroom door... with both hands.   Begging for you to not be like everyone else.  Silently screaming for you to give a shit about me.  

I know it won't do any good.  I know you are all my fault.  I know I can't change anything.

Except myself.

I'm ready to be loved, supported and appreciated.  I'm ready to be heard and respected and validated.

I wish you would be able to do those things.

I don't know that you can.

I'll take the blame for it.  

I've got to have what I need.

You do you,  boo.  I am finally ready to do me.