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Mommy says she loves her
Daddy says he cares
But somehow everything they do
Reminds her they're not there
Sometimes she looks up for them
From her place, crying, on the floor
And she finds she's not surprised
When they're not waiting anymore
For baby girl to grow up
And dry her big blue eyes
'Cause they've seemed to have decided
That they can't see it when she cries.
It's easier for them to pretend
She knows how hard they've tried
To believe that she's just peachy
When, in fact, she's dying inside
And now they say she's older
She doesn't need them anymore
When she really needs them now
Even more than she did before
Mommy's been on drugs
Daddy's gone a far
And now this teen age girl
Wants to know just who they are
She needs to know what's up
She just wants to understand
Now that things are settled
Someone should take her hand
And guide her to the table
Where the new family sits
And explain to her slowly
Why she still doesn't seem to fit
She watches them grow weary
With her headstrong, stubborn ways
So she sits with pen and notebook
To lull away the days
She hides behind a smile
So they don't see the pain
That's growing inside her chest
And making her insane.
She knows that she's not welcome
When she knocks upon their door
And she knows-soon-that she'll break
If they ask her to take more
She calls out to the silence
"Whatever did I do?
To deserve this life I'm stuck in?
Can I not be happy too?"
Or is she just so broken
That they can't fix all the cracks
Is that the imperfection
That the rest of them all lack?
They tell her to be strong
She does not think she'll last
And they will find her falling-
A victim to her past
And now her skin is tougher
As they look her in the eyes
NOW they offer her their family
But she won't accept their lies.
Mommy says she loves me
Daddy says he cares
But I've never been surprised
Because they never have been there.
Daddy says he cares
But somehow everything they do
Reminds her they're not there
Sometimes she looks up for them
From her place, crying, on the floor
And she finds she's not surprised
When they're not waiting anymore
For baby girl to grow up
And dry her big blue eyes
'Cause they've seemed to have decided
That they can't see it when she cries.
It's easier for them to pretend
She knows how hard they've tried
To believe that she's just peachy
When, in fact, she's dying inside
And now they say she's older
She doesn't need them anymore
When she really needs them now
Even more than she did before
Mommy's been on drugs
Daddy's gone a far
And now this teen age girl
Wants to know just who they are
She needs to know what's up
She just wants to understand
Now that things are settled
Someone should take her hand
And guide her to the table
Where the new family sits
And explain to her slowly
Why she still doesn't seem to fit
She watches them grow weary
With her headstrong, stubborn ways
So she sits with pen and notebook
To lull away the days
She hides behind a smile
So they don't see the pain
That's growing inside her chest
And making her insane.
She knows that she's not welcome
When she knocks upon their door
And she knows-soon-that she'll break
If they ask her to take more
She calls out to the silence
"Whatever did I do?
To deserve this life I'm stuck in?
Can I not be happy too?"
Or is she just so broken
That they can't fix all the cracks
Is that the imperfection
That the rest of them all lack?
They tell her to be strong
She does not think she'll last
And they will find her falling-
A victim to her past
And now her skin is tougher
As they look her in the eyes
NOW they offer her their family
But she won't accept their lies.
Mommy says she loves me
Daddy says he cares
But I've never been surprised
Because they never have been there.
Literature
Free Your Mind, Lose Control
Put down all of your books
Open your troubled mind
Leave the cell-like classroom
And feel the warm sunshine
Beating down from above
On your beautiful skin
Forget all you have learnt
Let your journey begin
Breathe the air on green hills
Open eyes to blue sky
They tried to hide the truth
But with no alibi
Are you just a product
Of wistful memories
Or is there still some time
To change your destiny
Tether your torrid thoughts
Silence those languid words
That pollute your young mind
Instead choose to observe
The beauty that surrounds
Nature is your mother
Wisdom is your father
Creation your lover
The world outside your doo
Literature
handle with care
there are 206 bones in the
human body. it only takes one good
squeeze and your neck can snap as
easily as a twig.
once, when i was at the grocery
store, i came across a crate of
peaches. they were on sale because
every single one was bruised and it
made me think, "we're all just pieces of fruit
left to rot. as soon as we've been dropped on the
floor, no one wants to help us back up."
i've forgotten how to think in poetics.
three months ago i would have
compared people to roses. pretty little petals
that can be crushed with just
one little pinch and thorny stems that
whisper "don't touch me."
but now,
i think we're more like
bombshel
Literature
High School Brats
Go to college to major in Drama
Drama of being a bitch
To hurt others because they can
To perfect their insecurities
Making them untouchable
To show the world that they haven't changed
They'll do whatever it takes to make every other girl miserable
Because if they can't be happy
No one can
Just so they can say they won
Round one
Try to stand up to them and they'll destroy you
They don't care who you are or what you have to say
They won't ever like you
They don't even know you
They'll never know you
Because they don't care
High school sucks
Drama is for immature brats
You're twenty
Not twelve
Act your age
Grow the fuck up
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This is something I wrote out of the blue. For those of you that know me, you know I have issues with my family. For those of you that don't know me, then let me just tell you... I have family issues. I am in therapy to work on them.
I've been trying to find a voice for the pain my parents have caused me, but I have never been able to actually put those ideas into a poem. I have been trying--and now I've succeeded.
So, here you go.
I've been trying to find a voice for the pain my parents have caused me, but I have never been able to actually put those ideas into a poem. I have been trying--and now I've succeeded.
So, here you go.
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Thank you for this!!! I am on the other side. I am a recovering heroin addict . on may 10th k celebrated 4 years clean time . I know it isn't real long but I'm sure as you know for an addict it is huge I have a 7 year old little girl whom I work on a daily basis to rebuild and mend the relationship and damage that I and her father cause through all of our selfish behaviors. I was incredibly lucky to have for one gotten off when I did and 2 for have such an amazing, brave, strong, Intelligent.. But incredibly humble daughter. A lot of people disagree with our decision but her father and I decided to be 100% upfront and honest with her. We wanted her to know the hell that addiction is and mostly we wanted her to see that we will always from that Kent on be honest with her put her before anything and include her through our process so that she could feel the himger we felt to just simply have a plain normal life. We wanted her to he grate full for small moments humble and generally s ... And BC of the envolvement she has began to heal from the damage with is...she is wise beyond her years and seen things heard things no child should BC of me and today at almost 8 years old she forgives me, she's proud of mommy, she encourages me she loves me eternally and I could never be more proud of my little girl for being so brave and picking me up and getting me back on my feet BC that's who she is caring and loving.. My recovery prob would have never happened if not for her. I thank her every single day for being mine and for loaning me her strength when I had none left+!!!! Thank you so much for writing please continue... Every addict with children.. Especially the ones who think they are not hurting anyone besides themselves they need to read and feel the emotions of your experience. They need to meet the true victims of our Choices. Thanks again