Who are you to me, my protector or my persecutor?
You're supposed to elevate me but instead I'm subjected to verbal torture.
And to make it worst you calm to care.
But how am I supposed to believe you when I'm treated unfair-ly.
You say "Talk to me, I'm here to listen."
But you don't. Instead you dismiss my words and evrytime my stomach it sickens.
Love and attention is all I require.
Not feeling alone is my greatest desire.
You're supposed to be my dad and my mom.
But instead you all, come at me like an angry mob.
I know a real, understanding, caring you, but they exist in my thoughts.
But it's being over thrown by the horrible reality that haunts.
Please change, I whisper to myself, cause I know you won't.
But no matter what I love you without a doubt.
I'll rest my case for I have stated my plea.
Just love me, please, please, please!!
September 10, 2019.
~Orville Edmondson~
9:28 AM
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Poems Of My Life
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