Seriousness

Since I was a kid everything had become a game

It seemed almost as if everyone thought the same

I want so badly to leave my home

To be on my own, to be free of the cold

What more could I hope for besides a loving home?

 

Anything that could help me free myself was taken

Even my trust had been mistaken

I realize now that no matter what I thought

Everyone who hurt me had to be dropped

In the end, it wasn’t about my wants

 

I wanted the safety I felt in my room at night

Away from all types of human life

My music plays, soothing my doubts

Erasing all that has made me dark

 

It was something that I didn’t want to admit

But I had to face the seriousness of it

My home was not a good one, nor had it ever been

They guilt tripped me again and again

How could I bare that again?

 

Instead I smile in their faces, refusing to trade places

My trust broken on more than one occasion

I would offer them no word of remorse or sympathy

That became the seriousness inside of me

via Daily Prompt: Seriousness

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Am I A Child Or Teen?

Am I a child or a teen?

Treated the same, yet treated differently

Belittled like a child

With the expectations of a teen

Who could blame me?

 

Pinned against my peers

Elders turning their ears

No one would listen

Scolding me for my tears

 

“Why are you crying?”

 

Isn’t it clear?

The world around me is just a pain in my rear

Nothing I do is right

The things I do right aren’t held dear

How would that make you feel?

 

I am the most misunderstood

Even those who say they hold me dear refuse to hear

Why am I treated like this?

Why does their judgment change with my year?

I thought that it would end here

 

No one wants to hear what I have to say

But they always ask for my opinion

When I refuse to answer all I see are sneers

“What is the point of this?”

 

My cries fall on dead ears

 

“All you do is cry!”

 

Is that all that you hear?

I’m broken!

I’m tired!

All I ever see now is fire!

I want to know!

 

Child or teen?

Which do you use to identify me?

Or are you too busy destroying the world and blaming the teens?

Adults run the world, causing problems for any

What makes an adult so special?

The fact they were born before the 90’s?

 

Nothing differs them from me

Your so called child teen

The time I was born?

The time I’ve spent in this wretched world?

Time is nothing but a fabric of our imagination to keep sane

 

We always use it for blame

You didn’t have enough time?

What a stupid lie

You have the time to do what you want

But your needs are always dropped, but you were fine

To feel better you need something to belittle

To keep you above the heated kettle

 

“You’re a child, but you age like a teen. You now have the same responsibilities as me.”

 

I don’t understand any of it

Am I a child or a teen?

Matter of fact, don’t tell me

I can decide for myself who I will be

With or without the help of those above me

 

Child or teen?

Neither are me

I have decided for myself

I am free