Loathing Glares

by Innocent Fairy   Oct 22, 2011


Annoyed
is what I am

Irritated
is how I feel

Anger
sets into my eyes

Tired
I am

Deepens my skies,
stars fade
as I want to scream,
cry

you don't listen
as I reach out
you don't care
you do it without permission
I am no longer your baby
your little girl

we can be close
but you fail every time
does it set in your mind
that I feel
that I care

you nag me constantly
every day it seems
do you even realize
what you make me feel
each and every day

you love me
sure
but do you realize
what you say

Nag and complain
overlooking what I do
you make me angry
you paralyze me,
stabbing me with words
poisoning me
With your venomous stare

You don't see what I do
you don't see who I am
you don't see me

Am I dead,
in your eyes it seems
and I plea
someone save me
set me free
from this dreaded dream

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  • 13 years ago

    by Lioness

    I feel a connection with this poem as soon as I start reading it. The first few lines are so powerful. It's like your own personal vent!

    As I keep reading I realise that this is a parent figure of some sort that just keeps bringing you down

    you nag me constantly
    every day it seems
    do you even realize
    what you make me feel
    each and every day

    you love me
    sure
    but do you realize
    what you say

    Nag and complain
    overlooking what I do
    you make me angry
    you paralyze me,
    stabbing me with words
    poisoning me
    With your venomous stare

    These words, express what a parent would do when they are disappointed in you. I know how that feels which is why I feel connected to this poem.

    I love my parents very much but sometimes they don't know when they've gone overboard with things or don't realise what they say actually hurts us.

    It's numbing

    Well done

    x

  • 13 years ago

    by yogi73

    I really sense the frustration and anxiety. nicely done!

  • 13 years ago

    by sociopathic

    Genuis.if i spelled it right.lol.

  • 13 years ago

    by Exostosis

    Writing is a good way to vent ones pain. It does happen, no matter what you do or how much you try its never enough. This piece perfectly describes the agony and the torment. The flow is fluid. Job well done =)

  • 13 years ago

    by Moonlit Candles

    This was a great poem. Sometimes we need to let out our emotions. Poetry is one of my ways of doing so. Nice write. :)