Martyr

The shards of my heart that were broken by a thousand little things

The shards I thought I had adequately glued back together with

Gratitude

Breath 

Self reliance

And other illusions 

Those broken pieces feel like they are cutting through me

Disappointments 

Creative endeavours ignored or shelved 

Words unheard

Words unread

Grief unhinged

Starvation of the soul

Losses of time and people

Emotions stepped on

Unconsidered

Unseen

Words stick in my throat

Fear of expressing

Pain

Overwhelm

The weight of all things in my head

To be called a martyr 

Blamed

Shunned

No one ever asking why or where it started

I’ll give you something to cry about

Its not that bad

Grow up

Someone has it worse

You asked for it

What did you think was going to happen

You always figure it out

I can’t stand you when you’re like this

Too much

Too ugly