(my so called)home

trapped in this hell hole i call a "house"

overruled by controlling parents

 

here i am... being told what to wear

what to do-

who to be-

who to talk to

 

anger raises in me

they don't get it i think

they don't know who i deal with

how people speak to me

 

they tell me im just a kid-

too make the best of it

 

and im suppost to do that how??

when im constantly told how my life is-

and is going to be

you tell me im in charge of it?

 

this place i live

breath, eat, and sleep-

im accepted.

not wanted.

yet i call it my home?

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Dani]

I agree in that parents sometimes treat us like cookies, trying to cut us into the perfect shapes in order to appeal to others (and themselves). There have been a lot of times where my mum has implied that "perfect daughter" card in an argument, and I hate it. I'm sorry you feel accepted by default, and not because they want to accept you.

Sometimes parents just don't understand. They believe that because they've "already been through everything we're experiencing" they always know right from wrong... which isn't necessarily the case, sometimes. Sometimes it's our job to let them know that there can be more than one right, and that we know this because we're able to think for ourselves to a certain extent. So long as you provide a sufficient argument while taking their opinions into consideration, they should be able to listen to you. It's only right that we all listen to others, after all. Whether it's us to our parents, or them to us. Balance takes two sides.

[Ria Benthil]

I especially liked the comparison in the below review about how parents treat their children like cookies, and it suits the poem well. Each child feels as though they are misunderstood and disconnected from their family in general. From an adult's perspective, most of their character has been designed already so the thought process usually does not change. In likeness to the phrase, "You cannot teach a dog new tricks," the similar concept also concerns how the parent fails to understand their children. However, there are certain parents that are an exception to that rule since some may be open minded, but that is a rarity. The parent projects themselves unto their children, and either expect them to be the copies or urge them to become the opposite. There are also various categories of parents. There are a select amount of parents who view life in black and white. Therefore, the child's mistake is punished so readily instead of them attempting to understand the contents of the situation. Our parents become controlling often times because they want to ensure your welfare.

Despite the flaws of the parent, there are also an abundant of wrongs in the child. In any relationship, it requires the people involved to make the effort. We should not be so concerned as to whether our family will understand. The vital point here is that you express some clarity no matter how bonkers it may appear. I can relate to this situation, and I am currently still confronting the issue. From your stance, you feel as though your words are a foreign dialect to your parents, and in turn, their thinking does not seem rational to you. Sometimes, honesty is only listened to with half an ear; the parent and child are responsible for this. In a sense, pride becomes the issue because either one wants to prove to be right instead of realizing the grey area. My advise is to not let them control your internal character, but refrain from transforming into a rebellion without a cause. Those who rebel to rebel are only posing as non conformists.

Overall, I found the poem to illustrate the theme accurately.