first memories were of me being your little girl
too soon i become what seemed to be your project
keeping me busy
keeping me straight
dictating my every move
controlling every aspect of my entire life
i became your prisoner
but you didn’t see that
you and mommy both kept me by your side to make you feel better
so i did all i knew to do
and that was to break away
drugs sex bad decisions
now all you see in me is a troubled youth
6 years later at 25 years old
doing all i can to prove ive grown
still
all you see is a child
a troubled child
you even, still to this day, tell me to be an adult
when i am at that very moment
telling you my thoughts and opinions
why do you constantly put me down
you see me hurting
searching for your acceptance
if i were to stop searching would you finally see
the real me
you almost have to trick people
sometimes
showing a selfish fake
i sit and cry and wonder what it would be like to have proud parents
i can almost promise
you
i will never know
Poetry
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That was deep. You know, I think I can actual feel what you’re writing about. This form of poetry is one I enjoy greatly, but it also provides the feelings in which some children ACTUALLY go through. This poem, I can tell, appears to represent the pain in which the speaker goes through. If this really is how you feel, though, I hope it gets better wherever you are. However, this poem was wonderful to read. This obviously wasn’t a waste of time.
Unbelievable. Amazing. I can so relate to this writing. I hope to read more of your work. Thank you so much for sharing.