i yelled

I know it was only a story you were telling

and I shouldn't have cut you off like that

I know it was just a story

one everyone at the table wanted to add to

cross talk, laughter, interruptions

while I waited to tell mine

it reminded me of the times that my needs took second place to your wants

and because I was quiet, "sweet", and never set boundaries

I feel like I got trampled

when I really did just want to be me

it's not easy being a sensitive kid

in a world where we're all

often selfish

it makes me miss my mom

I think I see now what I didn't see when she was alive as much

i only felt

how much she looked out for me

I miss you mom

so so much

I wish you were hear with me now