I come home only to be rejected.
I hear your yelling and your crys,
your disapointment and your lies.
You yell at me-
ask me why I seem to stabb you with a knife,
why i bring you so much disapointment to your life.
Why do hate me so much?!! Why?!
You scream and yell and punch at me-
Why do you treat me so ill?!! WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU!
You throw the bibble in my face and tell me to learn from it,
to stop worshipping the devil,
to save myself from my sins.
I DID NOTHING WRONG!
You scream at me and tell me that I lie.
"I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU!
YOUR NO SON OF MINE!"
And even though those words sting as they touch my ears,
I keep going-
wanting answers to my questions.
"WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU?"
I demand.
"YOU WERE BORN!"
-and as those words leave your mouth,
they drag my soul down south,
"NOW ANSWER MY QUESTION"
you scream at me
"WHY DO YOU BRING MISSARY TO MY LIFE?!"
I can't help but to smile,
and lift up my broken face,
"Because I'm your son,
and your just as cruel as me."
There's one thing that you just dont seem to undertand,
'mother dear'
Its that we all go to hell,
even you,
and me.
-Darren's journal, November 3
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Author's Note: I was listening to Mama by My Chemical Romance and just had to write this, so don't get an wrong ideas- I love my mother (and father). Hope you enjoyed it and please tell my what you think.
Namaste,
Bluelove69
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Rejection
PoetryDarren Mortal is one of the most troubled seventeen-year-olds you'll ever meet. Before that day in 1989 he had a life worth living, he had a family, he knew what love felt like. All of that was stolen from him on that day, and life was cruel enough...
