Everyone around me is changing.
I don't like the changes.
My uncle is always hurting
Physically and emotionally.
He gets drunk
And claims he is unloved.
Just like my mom.
My mom is the same,
Yet different.
She's better than before,
Which is good I guess.
She keeps trying to be the mother she never was.
She is strick now
She is Stern now
She is protective,
and attentive.
I don't like it.
Maybe because I'm not use to it.
I'm not used to her being there,
Being a good parent,
One that doesn't choose drugs
Over her daughter.
Or start fights,
Outside the door of a sleeping child.
I've only ever known my mom,
As being one way.
Loving and caring,
Yet drunk and sloppy.
Disappointment is what I expect,
When that's not what I get,
An unsettling anger,
Washes over me.
I don't know why,
I think it's because of the unfamiliarity,
Of my mom.
She looks the same,
But she acts like someone,
I don't feel like I know.
The worst part is,
She pretends to know me.
She doesn't live with me,
So how would she know,
That I'm not a perfect student,
I hate horror films,
and I destroy everything I touch.
Sometimes I wander,
Why can't she see I'm,
Just as broken as her.
This is a tribute to anyone whose parents are or were drug addicts.
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Tolerant
PoetryIt's just poems I wrote. There are mostly about life and things I've learn or feelings I once felt. I hope you enjoy reading them. Also the poems are tributes to people who have gone through some tough things.
