I Matter

I wonder, when I was 1, would I feel the pain of the slaps, or would I get a hug?

Would I be hit or thrown against the wall?

I've always loved the people that hurt me.

Do you ever say no more, or do you just try to keep up?

Am I allowed to cry, or should I just jump?

Yeah, you're not going to get that satisfaction.

I'll always be here, no matter what you do to me.

I looked in the mirror, and I realized that I matter.

When I looked deeper in the mirror for you, I couldn't find you.

You don't exist.