I'm a problematic kid
In a less problematic household
Every time something went wrong
The blame is always on me
Once I misbehave
Mom would ask where did her sweet child go
And dad would turn his back on me
Telling me he expects better
Now they're both disappointed
Of the current me
Because everything I do now
Are bad and unforgiving
I don't listen to parents anymore
I do anything I want
I treat my family poorly
And throw tantrums whenever they blame me
But they only see the bad side of me
And will continue on with that
They never see the helpless side
And will forever be like that
Because under my problematic façade
Is a child in need of guidance
Who is lost in the cruelty of the world
And couldn't find themselves amongst others
But what do they know?
If they're convinced I'm just a problem
Not one who needs to be repaired
But the one broken beyond repair
And perhaps it will be true
That no one is here to fix me
Now I'm just a rusty machine,
Broken beyond repair
The problematic kid
They never helped
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PoetryCollection of my writings to express my feelings. Writings are based on songs, real life situations, and others.\ Mostly to vent, but that's not a problem. Suggestions are open only if I said it's open. English isn't my first language. There will b...
