Imagine, if you can, the success I could’ve been. Imagine if parental guidance was worth its weight in sin. Imagine all the things you could’ve gotten me to do. But instead you squandered all that time making me hate you.
Imagine, if you can, the things I could’ve done. If you’d only cared a little bit, or could undo all that you’ve done. Imagine all my joy, my pride and sharing my achievements. Instead I’m mourning life not lived, always heavy with bereavements.
Imagine, if you can, the girl that you once knew. The girl who looked for love in anyone that wasn’t you. Imagine all the hate it took to push me far away, to look for adoration in a stranger, what then would you say?
Imagine, if you can, that you’d fought for me and not with me. Imagine if you’d not cauterized your empathy completely. Imagine you allowed yourself to treat me with respect, instead of breaking down all the ways that we could just connect.
Imagine, if you can, that I didn’t have to write this poem. Imagine that I came from a well adjusted home. Imagine that I didn’t have to always feel this way. Imagine if my parents hadn’t shoved me down each day. Imagine if you tried, if you could even comprehend…
…but you’ve no imagination, and this stanza has to end.
I’m Maggie. If you like this thing I made, you might like some other things I’ve done, like my 2015 novel “You Ruined Everything”, my podcast network “The Feel Bad Network” or my feed over at Ello. You can also find epubs/books/stickers/prints over at my Payhip , or support my work monthly at my Patreon! Anything helps & is appreciated, thanks!