I know she only wanted to help,
so I dont blame her anymore,
I blame you.
You sit there with that look of pity,
I've come to know so well.
'Get it out in the open' you tell me,
'Get others invovled' you say.
What a fat lot of help you are.
You dont know,
how much this has distroyed my family,
and if I can have it my way,
you never will.
My mother was an alcholic,
and she drank heavly while she was pregnant with me.
My father had an affair when I was five,
and was going to leave.
But they "made up"
they didnt want a divorce while my brother and me were still at home.
Stupid people.
dont they understand,
that we know that they hate every moment of that marrige??
But we're making it work.
But now,
in light of you and this 'Getting things out into the open'
Mum blams Dad for not being there,
and Dad blames Mum for not noticing.
My broter and I are caught up in the the middle,
and every one of our faults are put on show.
You couldnt leave me alone could you?
so now you stand within the tatters of my life,
and smile.
"At least its out in the open now,
now nothing can hurt you and your family"
For once your right,
my family never existed to be hurt,
and people cant hurt me when I'm dead.
If you read this, (which I doubt)
and you still dont get it,
here it is:
LEAVE. ME. ALONE.
Author notes
I loooove my councilor. I'm not angry with the one who sent me there, but with the charming woman herself. this is just a rant of my feelings at the moment. I wrote it at 3.50am while I was at the hospital.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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you know sometimes rants produce the best type of poetry because its a poem written off pure emotion, which is the type i love to read. y were u at the hospital???
great poem, its sad but truthful. keep writing
♥Nat
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lol, thanks for commenting.
my friend was in hospital, i was waiting with her.
thanks,
~alex
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