Judge

My family is not unconditional. All's they can do is judge, even in my worst situation's when all I need is a helping hand.

You call me irresponsible,

But you can call me what you want.

Because when a helping hand is needed,

you sit and act all nonchalant. 

Have you walked in my worn out shoes?

Or felt the hurt and pain in my heart?

No, you just lay back and judge away.

Not willing to take me in, but glad to tare me apart.

My brain is a broken record.

Because the pain won't leave me alone. 

And all you point fingers like I asked for this.

When I'm nauseated from God leaving me disowned.

What kind of family do you think you are?

Leaving a broken girl to blame only herself.

I wished the world would make me a normal girl.

But all you hypocrites just care for yourself.

I cry for the life I should have had.

But all you think I want is to be a complete wreck.

Take a look at the misery I dwell in everyday.

And breathe the air I breathe, give yourself a check.

If I could have been that happy child,

I would have given anything for that one chance.

But you people still sit back and judge me.

Not looking twice but ignoring your last glance.

I hope your happy for the pain I endure.

Because you stand back and watch carelessly.

One day God will make you understand.

And you will be the one dwelling in my own empathy.

Author's Note

My family wont help me when I am about to lose the last parent I have. I am so down.

Reviews

[Dream Weaver]

I love the rhyming, but truly saddened by the
story being told. When all others fail we must
help our self and try to be strong, no matter
how disabled we’ve become. Losing someone
is always difficult yet we must prepare for the
worst and try to make it better… Truly a sad
piece of writing…

[Frank F. Atanacio]

another wrenching and well written piece I enjoy the writing style even though it touches on the darker side of reality again well written and a great share Frank :)