Although forgotten long ago,
Today a harsh reminder did show,
Of the resentment deep inside,
Towards the family I had kept close.
Their impulsive daggers, sharp and keen,
Digging into my heart unseen,
With words, they inflict their pain,
Leaving me wounded, once again.
"Stop being useless, you only care for yourself,"
"Get over it, we're family," placed on the shelf,
Get over it, they demand of me,
Does family stab so secretly?
Their slithering tongues whispering low,
Of things I've done, they let me know,
I always chose to turn away,
Believing in joy, day by day.
So the fault is mine, I must confess,
For hoping I could find happiness,
Living with my family,
Their love a tale that's never told.
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Life
PoetryA collection of poem's written about events, feelings, thoughts, and emotions. Like a diary to vent out a part of ourselves that no one will every know about; the poems are simply an attempt to capture the most unusual and abstract aspects of the hu...
