Saturday, April 28, 2007
our household may not be filled wiv violence like e 1 upstairs,
not wiv intelligence like e 1 dwnstairs,
but neither issit filled wiv love
alright, i'll bet u deny it
but its a fact...i dun feel it
y not?
u expect me to run right to e door everytime u return home juz to greet u like i did 10 yrs ago
but u dismiss e possibility tt i din hear u come home
u bent on ur stand tt its becos i think u dun exist
u expect me to talk out my probs wiv u
u wonder y i dun
but i really want to ma,
dun u understand?
i barely see u
u come home even later than me
at times, i come home when u n dad r fast asleep
ive nvr had a gd talk wiv u b4
i still rmb back when i was 7
whenever u came home, i was overjoyed
'finally! someone to talk to!'
i must have gotten used to tis solitude
alright, so u may ask
y dun i talk to u now?
i dun trust u
how cld i?
i want to but i cant
when i hear of friends telling me how much dey love deir mum
when i see dem stare in shock tt i dun talk my probs out wiv mine
u have no idea how much it hurts
when i get blamed for amabel's faults,
u hav no idea how much it hurts
when all i hear is ur sarcasm
u hav no idea how much it hurts
i used to run out of e house for a breather
cry my heart out
vent my frustrations
i hated it, i really did
hated this house
even u n everybody else at home
i wasnt alone, but i was
things turned arnd last november..
i found hope again
i stopped quarelling wiv u ever since
but no.....i still cant bring myself to talk to u
but tts e truth
inoe u get angry wiv me alot for not talking at home
inoe im a total introvert at home..
but ma,
i really hope u wld understand
i have lived nearly 17 yrs like this
Christ says we hav to honour our parents
im really trying to but i nd time
time to restore our r/ship
time to love my sisters
time to come out of tis ridiculous shell ive gotten so used to
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