Not exactly a poem really, but I really liked it and it's straight forward to how I feel about a problem affecting me and my whole family. Neways hope you enjoy..let me know what you think, I'll return the favor
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A young adult confused by her thoughts, but it's ok; She doesn't mind, in fact she doesn't even realize the hate and loneliness that we've all caused her is only a figment of her twisted views of reality. And who cares? Obviously not the family trying yo get her help, defiantly not the family who dropped in and saved her from a dysfunctional life.
So many times we've interfered, wouldn't listen to her stories, wouldn't listen to her lies; We didn't care about what she thought she wanted, to busy trying to answer her silent pleas for help.
She knows we're trying, the knowledge just won't surface. She knows what we want, yet she has evidence of all our wrong, hidden bruises of times lost to her memory. Faces mingle with a false past, of people she doesn't even know.
She tells the world of our wrong, as we sit at home thinking of ways to better her life , strangers ask how could I? Don't I care?
Well who cares? Surly not the girl who's life is in the deck of fates final draw. Surly not I, the sister waiting, wishing her first friend will listen to the girl she once called guardian angel.
