Basura

“Basura.
Pajarito.
Worthless.
A disgrace,
The reason for your desired suicide…”

Just a small portion of what you’ve said to me within the past couple of days.
Do I forgive you?
Yes!
But,
You?
I must keep distant from before my life is ruined by your bitterness and hate.
A word you directed at me with a smile till this day!
Without any shame as you march into those church doors to kneel & pray,
Because in your mind that’s all it takes!
For your sins to be washed away and then it’s,
Back to the same…

Nothing I can do,
Though.
Everything I’ve done is wrong,
In your eyes,
But,
I try not to pay too close attention to those thoughts in my mind.
Can’t force anyone to love me,
Regardless of all the falling tears in my eyes.
I’m still alive!
And,
That’s worth something as far as I can see.
Because,
I intend to keep a heart of gold no matter what circumstances are presented to me…

Forgiveness,
It’s hard!
But,
I forgive you for the words you kept spitting towards me,
During a moment you were weakened by a lack of faith,
As I stumble in battle.
Because,
I’m still on my feet and hold no desire to become rattled,
By snakes in the grass hiding their poisonous tongues,
The more I bring my life out of shambles…