Shotgun Baby
Pretend all you want
I am not
The source
Of your problems
The cause
Of your misery
Or
The ever-present
Thorn in your side
I do not
Lie in bed at night
Dreaming up ways
To ruin your life
Your past mistake
-My life-
Does not give you
The right to blame me
For your troubles
I am worthy
Of your praise
Should you ever decide
To look upon me with favor
Until then
You
Are not
Worthy
Of me
©2014 Jill Baker
Snapshots 
This is a doozy for me to share such deeply rooted feelings. I have felt this way for as long as I can remember. Feeling guilty for being born, seeing the hardships my parents endured over the years since they probably weren’t suited for one another for the long haul, is a hard burden to bear. My sisters try to console this sentiment, saying it isn’t true, but pain of the knowing is always there, hidden in the dark recesses of my heart where I keep them hidden. Don’t despair for me, however, I am fine. Life is good and there is much for me to be thankful for. Live.Laugh.Love.