You think I don't hear the raised voices?
You think I can't hear what you're saying?
You think I don't see the growing spaces?
You think I don't see our bonds breaking?
Why can't you see my tears,
That I cry in the dark of the night?
Why don't you understand my fears,
That someday this will turn into something more than a fight?
You don't understand the things she's feeling,
And you don't understand him.
Now all the chances of our happy ending,
Seem to have become slim.
You fight for a moment
And the next go back to normal.
But I know it's all still in there
And all is not well.
I don't even want to think of it that way,
But it seems to be so everyday.
And I ask myself- "Could it be,
That I have a dysfunctional family?".
YOU ARE READING
My Odyssey
PoetryThis book is a compilation of all the little poems and songs I've written over the course of my life so far. I always found it hard to say what I felt but I could always write them down as poems or songs. I hope you will like them and maybe find...
