You kept quiet
You never said a word
Don’t tell me you didn’t see
the pain in my eyes
When your words would
pierce my heart
Didn’t you recognize one
of your many demons you
chose to ignore
Following me like a cloud
Oh how you spoiled me
Gave me everything I wanted
Yet my real needs were
never met
All I needed was to hear that
you are sorry for the part you
played in my pain
You had high expectations
of me, but not of yourself
With your mask on your face
you masked your scars
Played the part of a
perfect parent
Was it too hard to search
your heart?
To admit that you never
dealt with your past?
Was it so hard to face the
demons tearing us apart?
You should have known
you were passing it on
You should have known
I would wear your scars
This dark cloud following
me would take me to
places I hated to be
The cutting, the drugs,
wrong friends would
numb the pain for a while
Then reality would hit me like
a ton of bricks
I am alive
Yet not seen
Seems like every demon
terrorizes me
Like a yoke on my neck
I am carrying that which
you ran from
They say I have this illness
They say I have that illness
They say I am a lost case
All these labels they put
on me
I say all I needed was a
listening ear
One present, healthy
parent who put me first
Who believed in me
If only you would deal with
your demons
I’ll just do what you did
Bury my head in the sand
Let pride take me on journeys
I was never intended to be on
It was never about me
Always about you
Your pride was worth far
more than my pain
Don’t cry for me.
— Ebigale Wilson
Don’t Cry For Me
The Journey
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