A Collection of Short Stories and Poems

Mutter

Mother,
It seems as though
You haven't cared for quite some time.

What are you chasing?
Where do you think all this running around
Will lead you to?
A new family?
A happier life?
Do you expect to meet someone better
Than my father?

Impossible.
Simply impossible

Why are we not good enough
For you anymore?
Tell me what we did wrong,
Let me fix this.
Let me fix this, let me fix this. . .
How can I fix this?
I've been the glue for much too long,
And my strength is disintegrating.

You come back every so often,
Raise my hopes
To make me think
That you'll finally just
Stay.
And then you leave
Just so you can haunt my dreams
Once again.

Family.
That's what we're all supposed to be,
Mother, Father, Sons, and one daughter.
Yes, a family.
Your family.

You come back every so often,
Gone for seven months
And then back for two
Or three months.
Or maybe just two.

Where do you find the nerve
To raise my hopes like this?
Do you not see that I'm suffering?
Don't you see how father suffers?
My brothers?
Don't we matter to you?

Perhaps I'm being too selfish.
Too selfish, too selfish,
That's what you say.

I want to be angry,
I want to throw things,
I want to fight,
I want to scream,
I want to cry,
I want to die,
I want to become violent,
And I want to be stronger. . .

But where do you find the nerve
To tell me that you're leaving
The day before you have to?

Why must you come back
And make me happy --
Give me a few new happy memories --
And then disappear so I feel like
I was the one that chased you away?

Where do you find the nerve
To make me feel like
I'm the one
That's tearing this family apart?

I'm sorry, I'm salty about my mother telling me she's leaving tomorrow and I'm just upset about it
So i made a terrible poem about it without thinking about what I typed.