Abused

Their words are my cage.

Encapsulated in their hate.

Scared to move.

Scared to breathe.

The words run through my blood.

Streaming.

Contaminating my body.

Hurting me.

Limiting me.

So Insecure.

So Lost.

And, yet you won't take credit for the pain you've caused.

Bask in your glory.

Take your trophy.

You've won!

But, instead, you pretend.

Pretend.

F*****g Pretenders.

Pretend to be good parents.

Pretend that your poison is what's best.

You're liars.

You lie to me.

You lie to yourselves.

Blinded by what you want from me.

SO blinded that you can't see the beauty in me.

You bruise me.

Hurt me.

Beat me til dusk.

Your words are worn out.

They've both beaten me for years.

They're tired.

I'm tried...

Reviews

[Ravenskald]

Ah similar childhoods I guess (smile).
I love this
"Your words are worn out.
They've both beaten me for years.
They're tired.
I'm tried..."
They're tired, I'm tried, really sums the situation up. Funny it reminded me I "lost" my father couple of years ago, If we meet in dreams we always shout at each other, some things are never resolved I guess.
"The words run through my blood.
Streaming.
Contaminating my body."
Yep the poison that runs through your brain and life, another wonderful line !
According to your profile "people don't understand you" well I understand "This poem"
Thanks for sharing it
~Raven

[Victoria Lee~]

This is heartbreaking... I hope the rein of terror is over.........This is very well written.. you can feel the horror in every line..........

[Lyrical Love]

I have been reading some really awesome poetry this morning...
this is not only POWERFUL!
...BUT MOVING too.
I don't know where to start-it leaves me speechless.
You FORCE your pain onto the reader, which makes this piece SCREAM!
...and I loved its impact.
It is so sad that we have these life shaping journeys, however while being
sustained, and healing fantastic art comes through us and rises to the top
waiting for us to resurface (from that hole of darkness, loneliness, isolation, etc...).
I have been there too.

[Spoken]

Contaminating my body.

nice line.

SO blinded that you can't see the beauty in me.

glad you can see there IS beauty in you even if you've never been shown. I can feel the REAL in your words and the emotions behind them. This is definately your release and you use it well!

[sara]

holy crap. thats was really good...seriously. wow.
"The words run through my blood.
Streaming.
Contaminating my body.
Hurting me.
Limiting me."
the way you expressed that feeling is amazing i mean i know exactly what this feels like and your words made me relive it.

[['tatiz speis]]

Wow. This is really intense. Good job!

[Constance]

Wow. Luckily, I never had to be around my crazy mother too much... and my crazy father is a broke loser who depends on me now. I wrote a poem about mom once. It's in one of my books as a chapter somewhere. Mother: a poem in memory. It's hard to feel loved ever in your life when you never get to feel it from your family, isn't it?
I always think it doesn't bother me anymore... and then I do something really stupid with someone I'm dating because I feel they don't care. I did it just last night, and I pray this one can forgive me, because I think when he loses his fears my best friend will be the love of my life. So many of us are these hurt, jaded creatures afraid of emotion and feelings. Products of a nasty world.
Your flow is good, and yes, our style is similar. One does not need to use the full extent of their literary vocabulary to write a poem with feeling... I can see you feel this as much as I do. I want everyone to understand what I write without a dictionary.
Are you an occasional insomniac too? One who has to write sometimes before you can sleep?
Great piece, and look forward to reading more. Thank you for sharing from your core. Always wonderful to read those who open themselves onto the page with such honesty.

[Rhine Wolf]

Ouch! brilliantly written!

Blessed be!
Fallon

[unspokenguilt]

Hmm...words are very strong and sometimes no matter how hard you try to brush them of they stick.

I recently saw a movie where this woman was beating up a child that WASN'T hers but was staying with her.
The girl ends up dying and...i hated the movie. After the movie was over my mom commented, " Well be glad that at least I never hit my kids" to which I responded, "No you only just scarred us emotionally!" laughing, "jokingly"

But in a way, you still find yourself loving them, cause I know I could never truely Hate anyone in my family maybe mildly dislike. hehehe

Now about ur poem...it was strong like all your poems, You're very good!

[A LaDy NaMeD D]

WOW, the words you used and how you used them makes this poem intense. I like how you write about things that are relatable to your peers.

Danni