If I don't respond in a few minutes I am probably at School, sleeping, with family/ friends, or forgot to bring my device. Or grounded.
As the rays of sun strike my eyes,
I know the day has arise...
But I still dwell into my sleep,
Covering my eyes before they could weep..
Because the sound I try & ignore,
Stops me from continuing my snores..
And when I open my eyes to see the bright sunlight,
All I can see is my lovely parents fight..
What worse could the day begin,
Slowly slowly the frustration creeps in..
And as I continue with my every daily chore,
The noise continues to increase more & more..
I think fighting was the fun of their life,
And so they choose to be husband & wife..
This goes on all day till night,
Sometimes I think was I born in a fight? ?
Dad pays for all my expenses,
Mom fulfills my tummy senses..
but still my life's equally hard,
Because I feel I am with a cook & a credit card..
So if your parents love you, love them even more,
Because you are lucky then someone for sure
But next thing I know knifes are getting thrown.
Screaming getting made. And there is no more kids there to behave
I am gone same as my sister and now you act like blisters,
that will never go away the pain you put me through shall stay.
I am now in some strangers house.
All these years I have been moving family's,
And you don't care because you weren't there.
-Lil
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Author:
Lil-M-M (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 12th, 2023 11:35
- Comment from author about the poem: My Bio parents would fight non stop and I might have just taken 1/8 of my anger out, but not much.
- Category: Family
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Comments3
Powerful write.
Yeah thanks.
I feel you, my parents got divorced, and have been yelling and fighting nonstop. Sometimes I can't even hear my own thoughts
Yeah for me it is because I am with a new family and to be honest it scares me because I can still remember every single fight they had. But now after me and my little sister don't live with them no more I've asked myself this question a lot even though I know the answer " Is it my fault?"
Of course, haven't we all asked ourselves that?
Yeah so true. Thanks. 🙂
No problem 🙂
Doing well. Practice and Pracice
Thanks.
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