Bruised Home

 

I'm bored with formats.
I'm bored with

common sense,

And dignity.

Ringing in my ears -

A child screams,

who can't live his dream.

I'm sick of

conformity.

I'm sick of your smile.

I'm sick of this

house

that is no longer a home.

Wouldn't you miss me at all?

Ringing with pain -

A boot-shaped bruise

on my throat,

Where you keep

trying

to choke me.

 

I'm bored with trying.

I'm bored with being

who you need me to be.

I'm scared to death

of your interference.

I'm sick.

I'm so sick.

 

Can't you love me?

For the freak I am?

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like this poem a lot. Good to be loved for who you are. I like the many strong statements.
"I'm bored with trying.
I'm bored with being"
A strong ending to the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Kes]

Thank you. :)
K

[MOON]

Sad write , emotional true too pain descriptive.

[Kes]

Thanks. :)
K

[Destinyxi]

Ringing with pain -
A boot-shaped bruise
on my throat,
Where you keep
trying
to choke me.

I literally winced at that part. Kind of brutal.

Very nice poem Kes, I like how you expressed your emotions and feelings, it's as if you cut yourself open and poured your insides onto the screen. Good write!

[Kes]

Thanks. :)
K

[EileenMarie]

Well I see your point but I do believe people need to be aware of their actions as so many don't see the havoc one can cause. Once aware you can starting the repair of your well being. You need to move past your past!
Nice job!!

[Kes]

Thanks. :)
K