I've seen it all
The conversations that lead to either laughter
Shock or betrayal
Or both
Screaming and crying
"WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?!"
The rage inside the car is suffocating
I can't do anything so I start hating myself
Because I'm minuscule to it
I feel so weak
Screaming internally that'll last me an eternity
I mute out the yelling
Asking myself
"Did I have homework this weekend?"
"Do I really like this guy?"
"Do I like girls too?"
"What am I gonna do with my life?"
You see,
The back seat of my mothers car became my time to block out the chaos that was my childhood
A childhood that soon became a blur
A long car ride watching the roads
The people
Going past rapidly
While screaming gets louder and louder
"HOW COULD YOU AFTER EVERYTHING WE'VE BEEN THROUGH"
And gets so old
I get used to it
To the point where I can't take anymore
Giving in to the rage
The chaos
My family's history
"YOU'RE SO MISERABLE"
Becoming my history
Repeating itself
Letting the rage consume me
Evil fires filling my lungs and throat
I scream and wail til my vocal chords melt
Tears flow down my face
Traumatized by the pain
The screaming
"Don't worry, we're almost home"
Mother says as tears fill in her eyes
"That's what I'm afraid of ," I think to myself.
YOU ARE READING
In the Back Seat
PoetryThis is basically a poetry book of just about everything that's happened in my life I get really fuckin personal in these and that's not exactly my comfort zone so bear with me And sorry if some of my poems are too long or too short
