two sizes too small, or one size too big

i think at this point you should be angry,

so so angry.

but you aren't

maybe because you have a heart 

one size too big.

why aren't you angry?

you watched your father walk out the

door when you were far to young,

but understood that, that is what 

made them happy.

you should be so angry,

that at the age of seventeen your sister would 

be high and crying in her bed to try and take away 

the pain of being with her deadbeat boyfriend.

and so so angry, 

that a boy would leave your

sister to raise a child on her own.

you should be angry 

at the boy who shattered your heart

for no apparent reason but you forgave him, 

even though you still have nightmares of him

every now and then.

or at the fact that you tried to

change yourself for the world to like you.

because they say you are too difficult to love.

you tried to become 

more delicate,

speak less,

and be softer.

hands laced with memories,

a heart laced with stained glass, 

almost too thick to crack.

and maybe a heart two sizes too small.

you should be so so angry.

but you aren't. 

you're just sad, 

with a heart one size too small.

or maybe two sizes too big.

(not mine.)

-stacia maxson