UntitledA Poem by Kaylaparents who just don't understand to the point where they lose their childEver since I was a little kid No one ever believed what I said I’ve grown up now Can’t you see Why do you still not believe me You say I don’t know enough about life That I can’t make real decisions You say I’m still a kid And still don’t believe what I say But you’re the one who’s wrong this time I’m not a kid anymore I know enough to say things true I know enough to choose things Even important things like my career You should try listening to me You should have faith in me You say I’m going through a phase That I’m not old enough to “decide” my orientation But that was not a choice I made I simply accepted it and love myself Now what can’t you see that and do the same For once try to know me Look at me when I speak Listen to what I’m saying Stop trying to undermine me Stop trying to decide my fate Know me enough to tell When I’m sad or alone Don’t try to solve my problems Don’t try to psycho-analyse me Stop playing the role of psychiatrist Stop pitying me For one just hug me and support me That’s all I need from you To get through rough things Understand what I’m saying Put yourself on my level How could you possibly help me Thinking like an adult, a parent Don’t give me stories About going through the “same thing” When you were a kid I don’t want to hear it Because it’s not the same thing I’m not you, I have my own life I’m different than you My emotions charged in different ways My life defined by different things Different strengths, different weaknesses Different traits, different qualities Different personalities, different lives So don’t tell me it’s the same thing Because it won’t ever be the same You don’t even try to understand me A half-hearted try then I’m shipped off To a professional who lacks what I need All I’ve ever needed I’m sick of it I’m sick of you I can’t do it anymore I won’t live with your ignorance I won’t let you ship me off Why do you think I don’t tell you Why do you think I turn to others I’ll tell you why But you’ll live to regret it Because I know it won’t help You’ll continue in your ways Pushing me away at the same time You say that you care That you’re there for me But you’re not Every time I need you You’re not listening Too wrapped up in your lives Not stopping to look around you To those who are suffering, hurting It’s a waste of time bothering Trying to tell you something So thanks for not being there Thanks for not believe in me And most of all Thanks for doing nothing Goodbye and goodnight May your conscience haunt you And my your blood run cold When your remember the lost child
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Added on May 14, 2008 AuthorKaylaOttawa, CanadaAboutI'm really interested in Law to make changes in society I'm really athletic, if I'm not writing or reading I'm playing one of many sports I play My eyes change color depending on my mood I'm in love w.. more..Writing
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