Everyday Play

[iiEatCandii]

Everyday Play
When I look at my family I see a staged play,
A script is thrust in my hands and I’m told what to say.
Everything is for show and nothing is really real,
I sit back at family dinners and wonder, “What the hell is the deal?”
Why is our family is like this and are others like this too?
I wonder if- and what I’m supposed to do.
Am I supposed to sit here and follow in their steps?
Or rebel and fight back even though here there are no refs.
I could be fouled and hurt and pained,
I don’t want my hands to be stained
With the shame and hurt it will indefinitely cause,
I just wish there was some way I could just hit pause,
Stop-rewind,
So i could go back in time and change my mind.
I would rather be accepted than denied the love I should and do deserve,
Than ignored and shunned I mean they’ve got some nerve,
They preach love and acceptance but it’s all I tragic lie
I feel sometimes ill only get my forgiveness when and after I die.

 

[EstoPerpetua]

Fascinating poem. I like how you rhymed in your poem, and thought it flowed quite well. However, in the line:

Quote:

Why is our family is like this and are others like this too

It should just have one is. Otherwise I liked it, and would love to read more!  

[SaraDiva728]

This is very different from your other work...but I'm glad to see you're back!! I like the poem. I remember a time when I too felt that way, but then I realized I was imagining things. It was just a phase of depression for me. However, the reality is that there are too many families like the one in the poem today, in real life. Even in my extended family, you can find them actually. It's just not in my immediate one. It is so sad... I am grateful everyday.