from the minute i was born,

i was the child who never did anything right.

the child who people said would fail in life.

get pregnant as a teen,

do drugs,

drink heavily,

drop out of highschool.

if the phone rang it instantly was about something i did wrong.

i was the bad child.

because i acted out on my anger.

everything that happened, was somehow my fault.

and i think slowly as time went by,

i ingested all those words.

i started becoming what they all said i would be.

and it’s an “of course she does” when finding out the things i do.

i didn’t realize it until now,

they sculpted my downfall from the start.