Dark Poetry #2 |
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Don't Treat Me Like One |
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moshpit Member
since 1999-11-25
Posts 143cebu, philippines |
The house was full of people today. Faces--young and old, true and false-- they almost drown me with their chilling untruthfulness. It's just another party. And I see you there, Mom, in black, contrivingly smiling, the tentative queen of triviality. And where are you, Dad? I can't see you, but I can smell your musk mixing with Chivas And that familiar stink of tiredness. And where am I? Lost again, buried again, forgotten again. I am not your commodity, Dad! I am your son. I am not an orphan, Mom! Don't treat me like one. |
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Deborah1 Senior Member
since 2000-06-22
Posts 653New Hampshire |
Excellent writing, I see the false pretenses all around you, vivid image, of a "masquerade"...sad, very sad.. |
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catalinamoon![]()
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Excellent description of that feeling. It's hard to be living in a home where you feel ignored, and misunderstood. Have been there too. Take care Catalinamoon |
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