You cant sweep your kids under the rug.
You cant push us aside and go drinking.
After all,
You made us.
It was your night of fun, wrether intentional or not that made us.
You cant ignore us
We need you.
As much as your work ****** you off
You cant take it out on us.
Why do you think we are so against you?
Or better yet
What did you do to make us that way.
Because we...well i dont hate for no reason.
i always have a reason
Why do you hit us,
You know you wouldnt like to be hit.
Why are you so angry
I know....life *****,
But your kids will find out eventually, no need to make them learn now.
You cant butter us up
Because we arnt dumb.
Parents
Love the kids.
You made em
So love em.
Dont leave them in the dark
Because it hurts.
Dont. Leave us

I cannot decide
Wrether to let this be
And let things die down
Or
Do i let you know i love you
Show  you i am brave
And that  i can be the guy to make you laugh
And smile
And giggle
And repeat.
I wanna know
If i can hold you
And kiss you
And cuddle  you.
Because you  are so worth it
Can i be
Your goals?

You say you want me to speak
But if i open my mouth and talk
Anger  will rise
The ground will shake.
I have been silenced  for 8 years
That  time cannot  be taken back.
Instead, i am left with the memories
That  allow  me to tell the sad stories
There  is more to me.
I look fine from the  outside
But inside
I am a shipwreck
Just waiting to be discovered.
I am a rush of frustration
I often loose my happy concentration
When i am put into a ****** situation
Dont let me speak
i wont stop
Wrether you think you love me
Or  you pretend to love me
There is always going to be a void.
A void  only one can make.
But left 8 years ago
I've  been told to hold on for so long
And
My grip is slipping.
Each day i find myself wanting to let go more and more.
I cannot move on with little to none support.
I am a human
Not a robot.
I have feelings
Which everyonr seems to forget.
family slave
Is who i am to them
nuisance
To others.
I want to matter
I want to open my mouth
And speak
And leak
These secrets kept within the flesh.
But these bruises are like  circuit  boards
no one sees them
You have to uncover  these sheets of hell to see my pain. The bruises
My soul feels dead with every bad omen and every negative word said to me.
Ive prayed
Nothing came
Ive bargained  my soul
Just  for things to change
Nothing has happened.
Because  i will not speak.
My mind is connected
But not my mouth.
This is not a poem
No
Its a rant
An angry rant from an ******* poet.
Who cannot
*speak