Drowning Poem by Concetta Salter

Any little noise I hear seems louder than it is.
Every word they speak to me now seems to get me pissed.
They treat me like I’m garbage. At least that’s the way I feel.
I try to make them happy, but I guess I always fail.
If I dare refuse them of the things they say they need,
They’ll surely hold a grudge and will ignore me till I’m weak.
Weak from all the effort that is caused by what I do;
Making all them happy while I sink inside my doom.
But no, they’ll never know this; All the sadness that they cause.
Cause even if I bring it up, I’ll be the one who’s wrong.
They’ll say I make too big a deal. They’ll tell me to calm down.
But how can I be calm when they are causing me to drown?
Drown inside my constant need to make them happy. Make them Proud.
Drown inside this agony. I'm going down, down.....down.