Kids these days

by Paula   Jan 3, 2005


I'm sick of the way the kids talk now of days.
Like there lives are so bad..because you know there mom wont give them 10 bucks or there boyfriend/girlfriend of 2 days dumped them. Then they are depressed forever. Well this is for them.

It all started out i think i was 3
My parents took me aside and said it wasn't meant to be.
I looked at them puzzled.
But didn't really care.
Until I was 5 and realized my dad wasn't there.
When I went to go see him, I could see he was not happy,
he would bring me down,
By things he would say
he'd tell me my mom was not nice He would ask me to stay

When I was with mom
She would do the same thing
Dad Is a but hole.
You'll be happier with out him

I was in the middle of this war about 2 people not meant to be
My dad turned to alcohol,
My mom turned to me.

By the time I was 10 It was clear to see,
They were both right
And could tell they didn't know what to do with me
My mom was not nice and dad was a but hole
But I kept my hopes up
Hoped it would go

I had just turned 13
my dad came to say..
I'm going to jail
He told me what happened
He was drunk and got pulled over..
It was all lies.
what really happened was he was drunk and crashed into a ditch,
smashed up his truck
Oh all the tears that I cried

My mom started saying more and more things
But not about my dad anymore
It was me, I was the bad one
She told me she had wished I was never born
Like what is this?
what kind of mother would say such a thing ..
My heart was torn

When I was 14.
things were starting to settle.
My dad was back at his house.. and no more jail
Then Things turned around,
my mom was getting married
I hated the guy so much
He acted like he was my father
He thought he had the touch

After the wedding my mom started again.
Everything was my fault
Never no one else.
I still cry my self to sleep every night.
Because of my parents , all the pain and the fright

So don't think not having a boyfriend is bad, Ive never had one, Thats not why I'm sad.
And about all you so called money issues, get a job, work for your money, Ive been doing it since i was nine.Good bye everyone and Have a good time.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Paula

    Thanks, I know how ya feel and I'm only 15.

  • 19 years ago

    by *tears*

    I understand how you feel. I hate when my friends talk about how horrible their lives are. They either don't have a cell phone, or a car, or their parents just didn't give them money, or something stupid like that. Me on the other hand, I do have a job cause I NEED the money so I can buy food and pay rent. Everytime they talk about stuff like that I can't help but think, "if you only lived a day of my life, then you would see what a hard life really is like.
    Good poem, keep writing.

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