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Rated: E · Poetry · Experience · #1413003
this is the poems i wrote to my parents they never read.
Don't need you.

you ask now to come into my life.
When I become older and not having anything to do with you, you want to be my mom.
you weren't there when i needed you but now you want in?
You left for some stupid reason.
I don't want someone that can't be a there for someone they say they love.
I don't want you to brain wash me.
I don't need you.
You weren't there from the begin and you wont be there at the end.
You're not going to be anywhere around me.
I have something solid in my life.
It's called me!
I don't need you.
You aren't a mother.
YOu are just another person I know.
You are the person I don't need.
I want you out.
YOu killed your youngest daughter already.
I"m the one that knows the real you, I don't want it.
You aren't going to dement my sister.
I don't need you.
My sister don't need you.
We don't want you.
Get out.
Hit The Rode.
Good-bye!

2-18-04


Father

You shunned me back in 4th grade for getting suspened.
It was an accident. I never ment to bring the knife to school.

You shuned me back in 6th for becoming an F student.
Dad middle school was hard.

You shunned me in 7th because i told you i was bi.
Daddy I was a teenager I couldn't control my emotions.

Now today you shun me because I am a lesbian.
Father, I am your blood. Why can't you accept It?

Today I shun you for drinking,
it will kill you and others.

Today I shun you for smoking,
it has a horable smell.

For seven years I have blamned mom for leaving,
now i blame you.

This is the end. You shun me, I shun you. When i am 18 we are never talking again.
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