I’m So Mean

I mean

I’m so mean

My mom told me all the time

Every day as a kid

How mean and awful I am

Because I wouldn’t sit still

While my sister pinched my fat

And called me names

I was so mean and so awful

I would hide upstairs

All day every day

Reading books and playing video games

I was so mean

If anyone came up

To call me fat or stupid

I would shut the door

And play  music

I was so mean

I even once had to

Put a chair on the inside of the door

To keep my sister from beating me

I’m so mean

I’ve done my best to forget

All the things I should’ve been

Grateful for but

I’m so mean I just keep playing

The violence on repeat in my head

That’s how mean I am


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