The Solitude (Letter to my mother)

The Solitude (Letter to my mother)

A Poem by Airila
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I really can't describe this....hopefully its self explanatory

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Been all alone for a whole working week...with more days to come
Can't go anywhere w/o funds but even with funds I'm required to stay home and suffer
Parents trying to drive me crazy by cooping me up in the house
Then come home and pretend that we're the best of friends
You have no reason to call and check up on me if you know I'm at home
Yes I have virtual company in the form of my boyfriend but that barely helps
I can't have fun over the phone now can I
I need to function...trying to break me down
Keep me isolated because you're too paranoid
I can't venture out on my own
If you keep me locked up
School has nothing to do with anything so stop with the fukkry
You just don't want me to live a normal teenage life
I bet you that if Ricardo didn't die (goddess rest his soul) you wouldn't have felt sorry for me
You'd have just kept me locked away from everything life has to offer
How do you expect me to function in the real world if you won't even let me out of the goddamn house?!!!
F**K I'M LOSING MY MIND HERE!!!
I can't have friends over
I can't go out
So what the f**k you expect me to do the rest of my life stay home and f*****g knit!!
Be like you?!
F**K THAT!!!
I'll never be like you
So stop trying to keep me away from the world
Or I'm gonna grow up hating you like I hate my dad for neglecting me
There are things about me you'll never know
Things you'll never understand
I can never talk to you
Because I don't trust you

And you wonder why I have anger issues....

© 2010 Airila


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Airila
Airila

Kingston, Jamaica



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