PARENTS
Birthgivers
Mother
Father
Life-barers
Mama
Dada
Mum
Dad
All these names.
All these memories.
They always find a way;
To hurt, to upset or to harm you
Unknowingly
Without realising
It fucks you up
Fucks with your head;
Your emotional state; maybe even your psychological state.
Of course you keep it to yourself.
Of course you bottle it up.
You don't want to hurt them.
You don't want to call them out.
You love them.
Loving your parents is part of the handbook to life, I guess.
You kind of have too. If you don't, it's classed as rude, disrespectful & all round ungrateful.
'Your parents have you life!'
'Your parents love you! Why can't you love them?!'
'Ungrateful bastard!'
Yet they don't know the situation; what goes on behind closed doors
Even if you trust someone enough to open up,
it backfires.
and is used against you.
For blackmail.
To prove a point.
To make you feel ashamed for opening up.
To say 'Your life isn't that bad.'
Try walking in their shoes, try dealing with what they deal with.
Yeah it might not be absolutely awful in terms of other people's situations. But it could be hell for them.
If they've endured it so long.
Loving your parents is part of the book about life, I guess.
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...The Rest is History
Poetry⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING⚠️ A collection of memories, in form of poems and short stories Poems don't always have to rhyme do they?
