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A Poem by Kayla
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parents who just don't understand to the point where they lose their child

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Ever since I was a little kid

No one ever believed what I said

I’ve grown up now

Can’t you see

Why do you still not believe me

 

You say I don’t know enough about life

That I can’t make real decisions

You say I’m still a kid

And still don’t believe what I say

But you’re the one who’s wrong this time

 

I’m not a kid anymore

I know enough to say things true

I know enough to choose things

Even important things like my career

You should try listening to me

You should have faith in me

 

You say I’m going through a phase

That I’m not old enough to “decide” my orientation

But that was not a choice I made

I simply accepted it and love myself

Now what can’t you see that and do the same

 

For once try to know me

Look at me when I speak

Listen to what I’m saying

Stop trying to undermine me

Stop trying to decide my fate

 

Know me enough to tell

When I’m sad or alone

Don’t try to solve my problems

Don’t try to psycho-analyse me

Stop playing the role of psychiatrist

Stop pitying me

For one just hug me and support me

That’s all I need from you

To get through rough things

 

Understand what I’m saying

Put yourself on my level

How could you possibly help me

Thinking like an adult, a parent

 

Don’t give me stories

About going through the “same thing”

When you were a kid

I don’t want to hear it

Because it’s not the same thing

 

I’m not you, I have my own life

I’m different than you

My emotions charged in different ways

My life defined by different things

Different strengths, different weaknesses

Different traits, different qualities

Different personalities, different lives

So don’t tell me it’s the same thing

Because it won’t ever be the same

 

You don’t even try to understand me

A half-hearted try then I’m shipped off

To a professional who lacks what I need

All I’ve ever needed

 

I’m sick of it

I’m sick of you

I can’t do it anymore

I won’t live with your ignorance

I won’t let you ship me off

 

Why do you think I don’t tell you

Why do you think I turn to others

I’ll tell you why

But you’ll live to regret it

Because I know it won’t help

You’ll continue in your ways

Pushing me away at the same time

 

You say that you care

That you’re there for me

But you’re not

Every time I need you

You’re not listening

Too wrapped up in your lives

Not stopping to look around you

To those who are suffering, hurting

 

It’s a waste of time bothering

Trying to tell you something

So thanks for not being there

Thanks for not believe in me

And most of all

Thanks for doing nothing

Goodbye and goodnight

May your conscience haunt you

And my your blood run cold

When your remember the lost child

 

© 2008 Kayla


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Kayla
Kayla

Ottawa, Canada



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