THe hinderance of love

The  hinderance of Love
By Joshie Macasim

 

You say your proud of me,
but your true demeanor shines through 
like the northen lights over the Irland bay
you say you'll never hurt me
but you constantly walk on heart and my soul
like a old ragged throw
used to protect the new floors from rain
You call me family ,
but steadily throw me in a box of outcast
like the nazi's protecting its people from the not pure
and you say you love me
but you treat me like a disease of the mind a
doctor said he couldn't cure
but yet I still help you
because I am fond of family and I believe we should help out
it takes a village to raise a single child
but the help you so call give me
reminds of that get it how you live menatality
something out of the call from the wild
you complain about me,
like a vermit, a roach or a mouse that you can't
extract from your house
but when I move miles away
you look for me like a child who has lost her puppy dog
who ran away and when astray
you critize my every move because I'm educated , and liberated
from the clutches of ignorance
and if I died to day I wonder would you cry and mourn over me or
just run and collect insurance
I used to care what you thought and how you felt
now that thought and care is a bare as a barren field
I once thought you loved and protected me
a coverance like a knight is protectd by his shield
not your true motive has been revealed to me
and my thoughts of a family is way more than fantasy
so I'll love you from a distance and accept
that you'll never have my back.