You turned my world upside down,
As though you were rifling
Through my drawers. You want me
To open up to you but I cannot
For you compare me to John,
You make me feel like I should be better,
Like what I am is not good enough.
You make me hate who I am,
What I have become,
And what I've achieved
Until I no longer care for who I am.
You should have aborted me
When you had the chance.