Tonight she outdid herself.
A wonderful microwave minute meal,
cheap wine and a lovely speech about my future.
Like speaking to a wall,
I tried to talk to her.
Her mind has temporarily warped into that of a 3 year old.
I guess we're playing the role changing game...
Again.
When the cat's not home,
the mouse comes out to play.
Sleeping pills and booze for the childish 3year old.
She says my future is limited,
that I must become a teacher.
Fuck all my silly dreams of opening my own business.
Look at the world,
she says,
you ain't got no choice,
she says.
Well dearest mother,
fuck you.
If this is the world you choose to live in,
then I want out.
I was always the black sheep,
the kid who was mail ordered.
I guess I should thank you for saving me?
Though the whispers that I hear,
of depression meds after my arival...
Behind every 'I love you'
echoes whispers of denail.
I'm almost 18,
almost an adult.
I could be a drop out,
I could follow your alcoholic dream.
Because I have an excuse,
just look at you!
I shall do with my future as I wish.
I can cry,
whimper in sadness and complain-
but one day when I'm on top,
I'll look down at you and say you're the reason I am who I am.
My dreams are not stupid.
I love you and I just need to say-
Thank you mother,
for inspiring me to be nothing like you.
Author notes
My mother is an alcoholic. I used to ignore it, as she doesn't throw fits or get enraged-
she just acts stupid , she becomes a 3year old. Tonight I just had enough and I just needed to write. It's not good, it doesn't 'flow well' or rhyme.
But fuck it, she has her alcohol, grant me my write.
A contest entry
- Make My Heart Ache by AshesFromFire.
900 points, ended April 16, 12 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Comments
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Too much for words
This is an amazing and impressive piece. Your hurt and anger throbbed with every word.
"Behind every 'I love you'
echoes whispers of denail."
That was my favourite part
The ending was brilliant. Full of that sarcasm you maintained in your piece. Thumbs up
Keep writing
thanks for entering, and best wishes
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Breathtaking!
My hat is off to you. I know the pain of not having a supportive parent. Mine has gone so far as to laugh at my face....tell me if I want to follow my dreams I better have another job that will actually pay the bills....or marry well. Youre on the right track though. One day you'll look back and see, everyone that said, "You can't" just pushed you harder in the right direction.
This poem has great emotions and most certainly touched my heart.
Good luck in my contest!
Oh, and the flow actually isn't that bad....It's broken meter, which I think fits the context perfectly!
Really, this is a great piece of writing. It comes strait from the heart.
I wish you the best of luck in life and with your dreams.
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Get it OUT
Sorry for your trama
Rick
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Dear, you have a forgiving heart, but even that can collapse on the best of days, I know. Do take care, and keep writing your heart out here. We'll share your dreams with you............
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