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Parents

Isn't it sad the way our parents try so hard?
They make a pretty baby-room to get you of on a good start
They search and get you into the best schools
As an attempt to make you responsibly, they create these stupid rules.

"Don't stay out too late and don't you drink too much
don't start smoking and don't do drugs"
Sex is something special so don't fuck some random guy
Get you priorities straight and always aim high

"don't do this and don't do that"
We alway's gave you everything, so why are you so sad?
Why won't you talk to us, do you shut us out?
You know no matter what you do, we would still be proud.

I was under the impression that my dad could protect me from everything i feared
He'd wake me up when i had nightmares, and the dark sky alway's cleared.
Now that i'm older i know it doesn't work like that
For too many things have happened, and those memories will last.

I've been in many dangerous situations
Butt i'll never tell you about it so stop the interrogations
Moments where i thought i was gonna die
Moments that turned into mornings, still looking up to the same endless sky.

The thing i fear isn't something you can see
Voices no one else can hear, no one else but me.
It's a blood thirsty killer that lives of my brain
Feeding on those moments, my memories of shame.

My fucked up periods of not eating and wrong guy's
All the thing i told you then, all those thing where lies
Lies told to spare you the pain and stop you from blaming yourself
You see, i did this in cope with other problems in order to keep my mental health.

But as it turned out, it didn't help one bit
We are now two years later and i still feel like shit
Once again the lies continue
A sad attempt to stop disappointing you.

The last thing i want is the reason for you to suffer
That's why i say these things, so you will not discover
That way you won't get hurt and you can sleep at night,
without feeling guilty, pretending i'm all-right

Can you see now why i think it's sad the way our parents try so hard?
I've fucked up everything despite of my good start
They have no say in this, can't change how i feel
I just hope that when i'm gone, they'll be able to deal.

Author notes

Something i wrote over a year back that i found in my room the other day. Not very good so advise to better it is more then welcome, all-though i don't really see the point in in since no one is ever gonna read it except for some people on this site lol.
Anyway, feed back is very much appreciated

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Comments

  • gndfan4eva
    July 30
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    Thought it was very good u expressed ur pain and frustration with the ulitment question.. Why?

  • i really liked this.
    it was really good
    and easy to relate to..
    i don't really have a favorite line in this poem because i liked them all...
    i really like the way you began and ended this write
    keep it up

  • Do you wonder???

    If we was given the wheel freely with no voice of control what decisions would we make? If there was no rules or attachments of restraint to hold us back would we still make the right choice? I use to wonder alot if the idea's of negativity put in our heads to avoid is something we wouldn't do because we didn't know about it. I think parents mean well and they are here to help guide. But, so many parents still want to keep their kids captive because they don't trust their own kids. anyway.. I liked the write alot. many people can relate to this writting. I hope you find a path you are happy with.. or have found? Isn't all poetry a nice outlet? - rich