-The ripest and reddest of apples-

"Hey there little one"

Rings like after an explosion 

It rubs me gently

The wrong way

"Gaining weight I see"

Maybe. But I'm not the only one

Who notices how much blood you're tainting with your venomous words and phrases.

"Deal with it."

Those three words were supposed to be my comfort?

Supposed to make me be ok with your slander and judgement?

But how is it that the guilty one is the judge 

The restraints of your emotion not only pin me against a brick wall but hang me over the edge waiting to fall

Your eyes cut 

Straight into my throat 

Filling with tears, lost hopes and dreams, standards that will never be met,and hot blood

Races through my veins

You use my tear ducts as your fountain of youth

I'm an endless supply of wrongs you MUST right

You have to mold me to be your perfect figurine

Your piece of artwork made to be shown off

Something you can be proud of

My heart. That's your trophy

You take it from me, polish it and put it on display

Make sure it's in the tip top of your trophy case so no one but you can reach 

I am like the apple that was perfect the way it was but you had to take your knife and cut me

Piece by piece

Breaking me into smaller, chewable bites

That were easier for your tight mind to swallow

You had to make me easier to handle

You took your box of tools and went to work

Made me your prize

Your toy

Something that had just the right emotions to play with

How could one person be so broken yet find a way to put themselves back together?

I'm figuring it out

You do know when you love someone, you aren't supposed to hurt them. 

You are like my terminal illness

Painful, long term

You have given me issues I've seen on Oprah 

I don't even watch Oprah!

I wanted you to love me. 

The right way

Your parents loved you in a twisted way

And I guess it's my fault because you know what they say

"The apple never falls far from the tree"

Well I'm hoping that someone hand picks me off the tree,puts me in a crate and ships me as far away from your thick roots as possible.

Your approval

I needed it

It was my life jacket 

But I don't know how to swim and you didn't bother trying to save me 

Instead you pointed and laughed

Made my loss of breath your entertainment 

Keeping you happy. 

That was my life 

But it wasn't much of a life at all

Your actions

Kept my head down along with my heart and soul

You

Taught me what I should NEVER become

Thanks dad.