Confused

Confused

A Poem by bringthestoke

I don't get it
I'm slipping into uncertainty again;
Not really sure what's been happenin'
Thought we were a match made in heaven
But now you're tapping your fingers on a glass table
So, let's just put it all on the table, shall we darling?
I'm insecure with my smile, 
And you say I'm strong,
When
I feel nothing but weak.

Daffodils wither in the winter winds,
And my self-esteem is at an all-time low
And why the f**k do I feel so nauseous?
It's putting me in a s**t mood

I'm sorry, dear, if I've seemed upset and distant
It's just,
Demons are taking over my father,
And he's letting it happen.
My mother's been crying over the lipstick she found in her Jeep
She's confused-
That's not hers, or my sister's??

Money is tighter than the space between us when we're intimate,
And I can't begin to imagine my mother bein' in a deficit,
She's had money from taxes for awhile now
But it's all getting shipped out and my crack rock father's askin' her
What she's cryin' about??

I'm dealin' with two family strains and though this s**t is tough to contain
I thought you and I were the only thing that would sustain
And you told me not to be passive-aggressive
So here I am, screaming
Take me for what I am

My world is crumpling around me
Blinded by the darkness I've been forced to ensue
But, don't you understand??
The only light that can save my life
It's you.

© 2015 bringthestoke


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Wow, raw emotions running. Wild here, life seems to be throwing
some darts in your direction, stay strong keep your head. Thanks for sharing and
b-blessed!

Posted 9 Years Ago


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bringthestoke
bringthestoke

North Attleboro, MA



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17, USA. Skateboarder. I write poetry and songs. Don't leave me to dwell in my own mind. more..

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