emotions
grunge poetry

never told me

mom never told me there ‘ d be days liKe this .
the wounds are serious ; a stitch won ‘ t fix .
hush those lips , don ‘ t grow negativity .
don ‘ t taKe things so seriously .
it ‘ s appearing to me I have a difference in needs .
mine ‘ s more urgent n it ‘ s starting to bleed .
i substitute talK w / isolation to read .
i ‘ ve got ninety – nine problems , so i ‘ ll leave .
we disagree , so let ‘ s leave it at that
before i say something i can ‘ t taKe bacK .

dad never told me to hold in my emotions .
that went w / out being said .
mom never told me my dreams could be stolen
by those monsters under the bed .

the river runs red as i drown w / hate .
while others bathe i thirst n salivate .
they won ‘ t open the gates if you don ‘ t KnocK .
if you Know where you going just start to walK .
i don ‘ t talK , i watch n observe .
out of jealousy i mocK what i heard .

mom never told me my dreams could be stolen
by those monsters under the bed .
dad never told me to hold in my emotions .
that went w / out being said .

 

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