Me And My Folks Poem by Sneha Murali

my mother, she calls me selfish
my father, he doesn't trust me at all
sometimes i feel my parents would do anything
just to hurt me and make me feel small

i hide the pain, i try to forget it
i block out all the yellings and the noise
but they never stop putting me down
even in my sleep, i can hear their voice

i know they love me, i love them too
but they have a funny way of showing it
all those fights, when will it end?
how i long for a kind word, just a little bit

i make mistakes, all of us do
but my parents make the moment hell
they make me feel like an insane criminal
when will this end, only time will tell

my mother, she says i'm worth nothing
my father sometimes wishes i hadn't come at all
it's like i'm just one more mouth to feed
i think sometimes i'd jump off a bridge and fall

at home, i'm by myself most times
cos mom and dad are never around
all i want is their loove and some time
but all i have is criticism from them that surround

i try to be patient, i don't hate them
in fact, they're all that i've got
nothing else in my life is worth living for
but still, the pain of neglect is worse than being shot

mom and dad, please come back
i need your love and your support
give me a break, will u, i'm just a kid
praying to god to forgive you both for what you did



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