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Sep 2011
Living in your shadow is worse than hell!
I'm so *******, can you not tell?!
I hide from you everyday,
because I just want you to go away...

I'm sick of my parents talking about you.
I'm sick of all the praise they give you.
I'm so sorry that I can't compare to you,
but I thought parents were supposed to love me too?

Well mom, it'sΒ Β obvious that you don't care,
I got that from all the times you weren't there.
All the time you spend showing off my brother,
It makes me sick to call you my mother.

Dad, don't worry, you get a punch too.
For all the ******* you've put me through.
"Work harder, like your brother!"
Is what you tell me to do,
but I don't think I want to be like any of you.
Okay. This was seriously just a rant. A very very very angry fed up/oppressed rant. But it has some sort of a rhyme scheme to it, so I guess you could call it a poem, haha.
Alicia Strong
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Alicia Strong  Nova Scotia
(Nova Scotia)   
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