Poetry by Beatrice Preti, c2017
I remember the way she yelled at me
And called me names that I believed
She called me stupid and useless and dumb
But I knew no better, so I turned numb
But the tears still fell out when I was alone
My heart felt so empty, so broken, so cold
Though I tried to forget, I began to obsess
Even now I’m on edge; I can never find rest
Everywhere that I go, her words haunt me still
“You’ll never be a doctor, you no-good girl!”
I can’t seem to forget how she made me feel
Although now it’s all hazy, as if it wasn’t real
Just like a bad dream that stays with you too long
I can’t forget what she said, though they all say she’s wrong
I know that she wins, when it affects me this way
But how can I forget when her words won’t go away?
