Father knows best
There's a fine line between
challenging someone intellectually,
and making them feel like
they are chained to a wall.
I was under the mistaken assumption
that because you got your new bifocals,
you could better see that line,
which was right under your nose
the entire time. But to you,
it spelled out my idiocy, my ineptness,
my linguistical and logistical inferiority,
though the words were blurry;
that's what you said you saw.
And since I'm not on your level,
I could never point out to you,
that you too, simply made a mistake
and you're no better than the rest of us.
Help is in the Making
If I could reach out to you,
I would come to you, little boy.
I would shield you with my strengthened arms,
and defend you
with my aged wit.
I see you, walking,
shoes untied, a little unsure
of how to tighten the knot,
with your little belt in hand,
fast approaching the school bully.
I am afraid to report,
that more consequences
are headed your way,
but it is not your fault;
for after all,
you have learned from the best.
with impossible dreams,
I shall be with you soon,
to save us both,
from our Makers.
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I can't sleep most of the time
Cause I'm worried of being yelled at
With your cruel and vulgar words
Pounding in my head
Making me feel
As if I can not do anything.
You make me feel bad,
make me feel like shit.
I feel tired
and worn down.
and it's because
I can't function
Because of you.
I’m So Unhappy, But You Just Can’t See It
my new year's resolution
was to stop crying in front of you
to stop letting you hurt me
so bad, so frustratingly
easy the way
my tears would flood
when you'd raise your voice
when you pursed your lips so tight
shouldn't feel scared, but i am and it
hurts because, you know, we're blood
and we're supposed to love each other
but we don't
and that's not okay
i'm not okay
i need to stop
those insignificant thoughts
plaguing my mind
screaming with spit in my face
"i hate you" "i hope you die"
and it makes we wanna throw up, daddy
mommy's in pain
because she's a doctor and yet she can't fix us
she might psychoanalyze
and tell me that its you, not me,
but that doesn't make me feel any better
knowing that my red blood cells
deserve white rooms and straight jackets
and group therapy with strangers
that have you eyes
your smile i haven't seen
in such a long time
fuck my promise
all i can do is sob
and wish you were here
When I was younger and would stay the night at my granny's
My dad wouldn't let me sleep in the spare bedroom or on the couch
in the cool living room
I had to sleep in his bed with him so he could slid his hand
into my pajama bottoms
At first I though he was doing it because he loved me but
When I got older I realized it was wrong.
When I was 16 I had to move in with them and nothing ever
Happened again but anytime I was in my room the door was shut and locked
He was no longer physically abusive but emotionally and mentally and that was
So much worse