It\'s yet another day
You\'ve woken up, a quiet morning as per usual
But to your usual after you\'ve had your morning coffee
A tension
A suspense of who is going to shout
Who will blame who
Who will use words that god wouldn\'t approve of
Who will make the boy have a reason to cry tonight if not get a reaction out of?
The boy observes the scene
A fleeting sense in the body telling him to flee
But why flee if not to be what your mother raised you to be?
Why not be a man as your father stated you should be?
They think you won\'t notice as they barerly even hide their arguements
\"I don\'t understand\" says the boy
But you see, bigotry is but the least of your worries
Dad placed the cutlery in the wrong order again
Dad placed the cheese wrong
Dad dad dad dad
Oh he did it all wrong
To anger the mother
To ignite each others fires would be far from ever happening
As the room grows cold, it only gets more sickening
More saddening
Words cannot express
For you repress.
The mother
The father
The son
Hear yee hear yee!
Another arguement has gone loose!
Yet the boy couldn\'t bear to care at his now big age
Years of growing pains with a touch of depression
Supression
Maybe everything\'s a figment of his imagination
fascination by the new arguments that be
Be? to be the very being you are to be for you have been raised what to be!
When a seed has been planted
It will grow within time
Time after time
A flower grows
The wind flows
Le fleur
It disintegrates.
The boy hopes that his parents must know
But with each word out of the boys mouth
Each letter carefully being set in the sand
To message his needs
To say what he brings
To say
To say the very words he longed to tell
But.
.
.
.
Denial.
Denial is recieved
The boy is decieved and believes his problems are to be kept to himself
His problems aren\'t real
To feel what he feels
It doesn\'t exist
No matter how much he insists.
It\'s yet another day
You\'ve woken up, a quiet morning as per usual
But to your usual after you\'ve had your morning coffee
It is felt once again.
If anything, growing pains is the last thing to worry about
Hear yee hear yee!
Birthgiver and seed deliverer!
For the agony i have been caused
For the gaslighting i have ensued
For the truth i have been told
I wish thee a happy belated divorce.