Can you hate Yourself

And then forget you do

And then remember again

When you speak out of turn

Feel the tickle at the wrist

Urging you to scratch

Begging you to dig

Away at the sin

To relieve the shame

Of saying too much

Why do you try

To be smart

When you aren’t

To explain when you can’t

To express some ill gotten

ill conceived thought

That no one wants to hear

Anyway

Beaten back

When you whimpered no

Slapped away

When you asked why

Brushed off

When you tried to please

Ignored

When you weren’t alone