So many beautiful words
And no one to say them to

Sometimes.
They aren’t like this,
They don’t always yell...
They don’t always make me feel worthless.
Daddy always tells me he loves me after he screams, or hits.
They are good people… sometimes.

Not trying to argue
Or fight with stubborn
Set in their ways
Causing frustration in the way
Avoid them and pray
No time for rude and crude
Not alike working to better my situation
Not looking for a hand out
Willing to lend a helping hand
Writing helps with sanity
Venting hoping to relate