Great Aunt

Just expressing my frustrations

 She then said to me,

Where were they,when you were studying?

When you sat on the cold tiles with your books?

Did they not understand what you had to endure?

They boast about their daughter now,

What she did,what she's become,

But they never stopped to think if she was comfortable,

If she was emotionally secure.

She said to me,

People would die to have a daughter like me.

To be proud of my accomplishments.

She told me how he,my father treated me,

With complete disregard and disrespect.

He's focused on the other daughter he has,

My mother,focused on her own life.

They never think about the pain I endured,

Sadness and the tears.

Depression characterized my years.

But today I smile inside,

For taste of inner peace,

Hopefully this part of life-

Will now be deceased.

I'll remember the words,

Those feelings for life,

Most of all,my aunt,grandma and uncle-The real parents.