My eyes are dried out,
Yet tears are coming.

They told me I had self-worth.
I considered this.

I told them I don’t deserve life.
They considered this… worthless.

They told me they didn’t contradict.
I told them they did.

My opinion is worthless,
Yet I am not?

I caught them off guard.
They caught me at my hopeful end.

They had their minds made up.
I had mine, too.

I was supposed to be flexible.
They were supposed to be supportive.

My lips tighten into a scowl,
Yet I am not mad.