Poems/Creative Writing

My Wonderful Parents

"The world does not revolve around you", but

"You are my angel baby."

"You treat me like garbage and your father is the star of your world."

"I did not raise you this way. The Karley I know doesn't act this way."

She does. What happened?

Well, mommy dearest, I grew up.

I realized life isn't sunshine and flowers like you along with everyone else made it out to be.

I realized people can be cruel,

and people who say "I love you"

can eventually stop feeling that way.

I realized that people I care about hurt me, abandon me, threaten me, leave me out in the middle of nowhere.

I learned that life is not what you told me it is, not what it's made up to be.

In short, the world. The world happened.

I began to see a pattern in life and its relationship with society.

I began to open my eyes, my soul.

I saw the darkness the world really is, what it has become.

"Mommy, Ken, I'm bisexual. I hope you still love me."

"It's just your hormones." She says.

"You're just sexually confused." He complies.

Well I'm not-wasn't.

I'd tell you who I really am, but I don't want the same reaction.

I'd tell you whoh I really love, but you'd stick in denial, truth is...

I'm...

a human being.

A human being; a girl who loves girls.

"You're an idiot.", because I asked a question.

"She is why I want a divorce", but I'm just a child.

"You single handily ruined my family", when all I sis was not do my chores right after I woke up.

These are remarks from someone who claims to be my dad.

I only see him as replacement.

Someone who sometimes forgets to say "I love you" to me but says it to his real kids.

His biological kids.

If you're this amazing father you're thought out to be and strive to become, try being a "father" to all of your so-called kids.

Yes, you've raised me since I was seven years old.

You've been the "man of the house".

That's all you'll ever be to me, a shadow of my father. A replacement.

You see, you think disciplining and being in a child's life makes you an exceptional father.

No, treating all children equally does.

Not emotionally abusing them does.

Treating them all like human beings does.

"Chunky monkey", "idiot", "you need to lose weight."

STOP!

I get it, I'm not the perfect child, I'm not what you want me to be.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that your other kids have to take my spot so I can fit your standards. I'm sorry I'm just your step-child. I'm sorry I don't mean as much. I'm sorry my feelings don't matter to you.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

"Karley, Dalyn and I are getting a divorce." You say with your tears streaming.

You don't want to hurt your daughter, your only child.

As if you haven't already done enough.

As if getting my mother pregnant without marrying her wasn't enough.

Yes, let's divorce from the people that made me happy.

"Karley, I'm moving, to Florida."

Because you aren't not in my life in general?

Yes, let's move to Florida.

Oh, we can see eachother, once every six months.

Because you didn't make me suicidal enough with the divorce stage.

Let's see how much we can break Karley.

Sucks to be you.

I was already too broken.

I was already shattered glass.

Once in a while I crack more.

Once in a while I break even more.

Strange how the person who has broken me the most, I respect the most.

But by any means, still not the best father.

Amy, Ken, Jeremy.

My so-called parents.

Mom, Step-dad, dad.

The three people I'm supposed to respect and love and care about... look up to...

Are the same three people I loathe the most.

Amy - My healer, but also my weight on all my shoulders.

Ken - My "dad", but also my biggest bully.

Jeremy - my hero, but also the cause for all of my problems.

Mom, dad, and Dad...

No, those names are earned, not given.

and so far...

None of you have done anything to earn those names.