Words that tell a story

Childhood

Have you ever thought about what a parent should be?

They should be guiding, instead, they punish us,

Making us get on our knees

They should be there, and that cannot be discussed.

I never thought I would complain to my friends about my mum,

I thought I could be open to my mother without being judged

Instead, she invalidates my emotions and makes me feel dumb

How could I hate someone of the same blood?

It's not that they should always give us advice,

They should listen to what we have to say,

But it comes with a price,

They don't seem to have the time of night or of day.

They catch me, "why are you crying?"

I try to explain,

But for my problems, they keep denying

So inside me stays the pain

My emotions have been suppressed,

I can no longer express myself,

I have become depressed,

On the wall, sits a picture of a young happy little girl and her parents, on the shelf.

Where has that gone?

Well, we all have a past,

But with all this shit going on,

I hope that my next breath is my last.