This is about my parents fighting.
Trying to block out the yelling.
It's muffled, but I can still hear it.
Tears start to roll down my cheeks,
But I wipe them away,
Trying to be strong.
But as i hear my mum yelling,
I don't care about being strong anymore,
They aren't making this easy for me,
So I don't care what happens now.
For the first time in my life,
I seriously consider running away.
I think about the people who they would check with first,
Ruling out my best friend,
My family,
And my extended family.
Then just before I realise running away would be stupid,
I think of one more place I could go,
One more place where it would be last place they would look.
Too far though,
Too far to walk,
Too far for them to think I would go...
As appealing as that thought was,
I knew I could never do it,
I knew it would be weaker then crying,
Weaker then counselling,
Weaker then giving in to defeat.
So i stayed in the car,
Letting the silence fill my ears,
As finally they stop yelling.
My mum tells me that it's ok,
That there's no reason to be upset.
I tell her off,
With as much loathing in m y voice,
I tell her that it's not ok.
It's just not ok.
Poetry by Head Down, Music Up
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Written on 2010-03-22 at 03:17
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It's not ok.
Hiding in the car,Trying to block out the yelling.
It's muffled, but I can still hear it.
Tears start to roll down my cheeks,
But I wipe them away,
Trying to be strong.
But as i hear my mum yelling,
I don't care about being strong anymore,
They aren't making this easy for me,
So I don't care what happens now.
For the first time in my life,
I seriously consider running away.
I think about the people who they would check with first,
Ruling out my best friend,
My family,
And my extended family.
Then just before I realise running away would be stupid,
I think of one more place I could go,
One more place where it would be last place they would look.
Too far though,
Too far to walk,
Too far for them to think I would go...
As appealing as that thought was,
I knew I could never do it,
I knew it would be weaker then crying,
Weaker then counselling,
Weaker then giving in to defeat.
So i stayed in the car,
Letting the silence fill my ears,
As finally they stop yelling.
My mum tells me that it's ok,
That there's no reason to be upset.
I tell her off,
With as much loathing in m y voice,
I tell her that it's not ok.
It's just not ok.
Poetry by Head Down, Music Up
Read 561 times
Written on 2010-03-22 at 03:17
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