Where Do I Belong

Where do I Belong

 

I’m nine years old when writing this

Does anyone listen to me anymore?

Tired of being criticized for everything

Told I can’t do this or I can’t do that

 

The pressure is unbearable sometimes I lash out

I may only be small but I’m full of heart

I want to escape just for a little while

Let it all blow over be quiet again

 

My dad I love him very much

He comes to relieve me of this stress

I may only see him at weekends

I know he won’t pressurize me for a few days

 

I feel as though He understands my feelings

Like he’s witnessed something similar before

He says I’ll get through this it’s a part of the life cycle

And that it’s alright to feel like this once in a while

 

I’ve stayed here with dad for going on two days

All of the stress been built up has been whittled away

When all of a sudden I get that sickening sensation

Back to reality stress and bad feeling

 

I climb into the car pack my things up and go

Back to my mums and school and more woe

I hope when I’m older to make a final dash

For freedom and truth and experience my youth

 

I may not always do what’s asked of me

Who am I supposed to be what role model I follow?

I honestly do not know where I’m meant to belong

I know of one person right now and that's with my dad

 

Reviews

[Between the grey]

sad really, strong emotions, well written