I’m experimenting with India Ink! They’ll be quick, 30 sec drawings, lol.
When I was five,
I dried my eyes
for fear I’d disappoint you.
I’d learned to tie my shoes
and though you said that I’d improved
it wasn’t quite enough for you
to feel some pride.
When I was ten, I broke.
I screamed, “I HATE YOU,” as I choked back tears
and fought for breath
and I’m not sure if I meant it.
But at the ripe old age of twelve,
when someone said I needed help
because I wasn’t passing math
you tried your best
though you failed the class yourself.
And now that I’ve matured,
I see you’ve loved me all this time.