You have mastered your oldest tricks from your book once again
Hell, I am not even surprised
You’ve kept surprising me all my life
But now I’m only numb
You’re impressive, to someone maybe
But all I can think about is how used to this shit I already am
I’m not sure what are you poisoning me for
When I did open my heart - all I got back was:
“you are in the wrong”,
“you shouldn’t have done this”,
“you should’ve done that”
I have never known encouragement or love from your side the way I thought family does
And I stopped talking
I shut myself up
Because why would I care to hear something that hurts me
I keep giving you silent treatment
Because it’s the only way I can stay away from your great performances of a lifetime
Communication is key - they say
But it doesn’t work like that under these circumstances
It only adds more anguish to the Circles of Hell
My own personal Hell
I hate being home
I hate being home when you’re here
You can’t choose your family
You can run away
But where would I run?
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littlegreenbag (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I have been dealing with a certain toxic relationship my whole life. I guess this was the time it reached it's climax. I wish I had the power to actually show the person that has been addressed this poem/rant , but sadly there is no point. I am sorry for expressing negativity, but I had to get this off my shoulders.
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Comments1
'I keep giving you silent treatment'
dear Poet,
this is a powerful tool!
ignoring someone, when you finally realise
there is no other way
is a viable option for insuring
your survival
but
more than the silent treatment
you need to cultivate an indifference
to that person's existence
every day, reinforce your will
whatever they do
you must insure, it can't effect you
cultivate your independence
let their words, simply flow
like a pervasive stink, show
you can't avoid it all
you can't ignore their taunts and antics
but
with each occasion you can overcome
without reacting
you grow by marginalising their power
to influence your life
and soon, you'll find a cold embrace
hardening your heart
till someday, whatever they do
you realise, how pathetic they are
from your point of view
do not race to hate
that's a self-corrosive influence
they will try to taint you with
instead
imagine them as being too, insignificant
to hate
theirs more power in indifference, than hate...
till then, just survive day to day
and be proud
overcoming our toxic families and circumstances
of birth
is that first, hurdle
we all must navigate in life..
and never apologise
for letting your Poetry, carry
some of your burdens in life
purposed negativity, can be a tool
of self-therapy
utilise your Art, as you see fit..
stay strong!
You have no idea how thankful I am for your words. I never thought that a comment would make me cry so much. I'm proud of being a part of this community, because it feels like home, true home.
Thank you!
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