Poems

THE WRITING PART

I feel like my mother 

could've been a poetic soul-

With the way her lips smile

But her eyes stay dull.

"Strength can be weakness."

"There is no danger in fire."

My cousin, she says this.

I'm the one to admire.

She's never seen my writings.

I don't think she ever will.

But neither has my mother.

For privacy, I'd kill.

Contradictions caused by envy.

My brother, he's so small.

A temper of my father

Might be what let him fall.

My sister's heart is lost,

I don't know if it's ever been there.

I don't know of any person

Who'd ever tried to care.

A secret is a deadly hope.

My other sister knows this well.

She keeps mostly to herself.

But always has something to tell.

My grandma, I'm most open to her.

She's hated more than I know.

But it's not her fault her brain is twisted.

I can see, it used to glow.

"No danger in fire" is quite different

When you're the burning flame.

And when what you are destroys yourself,

You're the only one to blame.

I never wanted to be

A poetic soul at heart.

But with a family can see the end,

I'm the writing part.