ThePhoenix

Tell This To Our Guests

I was a child who tried running away

 What is so humorous about that? 

You tell the story again and again

And entertain our guests

You tell the memory as you remember it

Which is far from correct

I corrected you once

Yet you still seem to forget

my backpack I used that day

I exited the gate 

And made my way down the street

I was a child 

So of course I turned to see 

If anyone came for me

My heart shattered 

no one came for me

Nowhere to go 

I sat with tears in my eyes

My mother came out

You think I would be relieved

I tried to flee 

Her hands found my backpack

I was too late 

I kicked and cried 

Past our neighbor we went

I wonder what went through his mind..

Did he hear my cries as I went inside?

Or like my siblings

Did he not care

My mother took me to my room

A brush she held in her hand

Quite glad it wasn\'t the belt

Didn’t change a thing

It hurt the same

Now go ahead 

Tell that to our guests

I was a child who tried runny away

What is so humorous about that?

-Phoenix