If you hate me you might as well just say it...

If you hate me you might as well just say it…

When was the last time someone told you about yourself?

You, you, you.
You manipulate.
You have everyone speculate.
While you sit and spectate.
Never allowing them to entertain the fact.
that the culprit is
you.
How is it, that you make it so easy for the professionals to gaslight me,
make my own body fight me & the medics doubt me?!!

Test
after test
after test
Exams my body can never prepare for.
Leaving with a
“You’re good”
“You’re fine”
“Nothing to see here”
“It’s all clear”
“It’s all in your…”

Let me stop you right there.
What we’re not going to do is act like I’m the nuisance…

Over it
Tired
I’m Done
I’m Fed up

Another tear
Another year
I’m sick of you being here
Uninvited
Unwanted
Like I said
You’re the nuisance
The disruptor
The stressor, forever applying the pressure.

You get me mad.
Or am I mad?
frustrating.
I’m here
waiting & waiting, while you squeeze , pull, push, sending cramps shooting through me. Curled up, with the heat of vexation & frustration.

Am I broken?

I know I’m not the token
I’m not the only one who feels broken
But You will not kill my vibe
Or Hold me back
Even after each painful cramp attack
I’ll hold my head high
Taking it each day at a time
Just know
You will not keep me silent

I will be heard.

Poetry by Rianna