"Tell The Truth" (Piece #2)

"Tell The Truth" by: Blake Messier

I cook and I clean and yet I am not seen.

You ask of my day but then walk away.

You stare at your phone and your TV but tell me you can't focus. I'm tired of your lies, which are all bogus.

Tell me the truth, tell me that you don't care. That would be better than this endless feeling of despair.

Adults always say, "I'm not mad just disappointed," but I am neither. I am annoyed.

Why must I be the adult that you never are? You work all day but so do I and yet when will we go far?

I do the dishes, the laundry, the dinners, the tending to the children; but when will it be your turn to carry all of the burden?

You want me to succeed but when I try to do so you holler and scream at my distress. All you offer to do is drive me where I am needed and you complain while we travel and say you are beaten.

I never see you work as hard as I do. I may be a student but you are the one with the easy life with not one speck of dust on your shoe.

Where does your money go? Surely you'd have enough to share with one low throw.

You ask what I want and I say nothing, fearing your temper would just be a seen shortcoming.

In truth I have a list, a wish list. Stupid things such as polaroid cameras and punching bag laundry baskets filled its pages, but I keep them hidden knowing your wages.

You promise to cook, you promise to clean. Why are you not fulfilling your deed?

Your time with me is running out father, in less than a few years I will no longer be a mauther. College is closer than it seems, so near it is seen in my eye's gleam.

When I am gone who will clean? Who will cook? Who will take the trash out? Who's going to teach the children the lessons, the ones which I have learned on my own? Surely it is not you, your role is what you disowned.

Tell the truth about your lies and forgiveness may be what you'll find.