Poem I wrote about why I decided to leave.

Stipulations

Do you only love me

if I love God?

If I sit quietly

bow my head and nod?

The only time I hear from you

is when there's something I can do

to make your life a bit more picture perfect

but if I just need to talk forget it

I'm tired of how you only criticize

tired of holding back and telling lies

I shouldn't have to hide how I feel

and gloss it over with a false sense of zeal

I may not be the favorite anymore

and maybe dad's right and we're all just whores

but I can't see the point in doing "what's right"

if I hate my fucking life and can't sleep at night