Noir
I started listening to “The Smiths” again
I guess that shows you how I feel
Old 80’s bands were onto something
Maybe that adds to their appeal
Fall colors make me furious
They just make me want to hide
Cause dead, dull, dreary colors
Make me feel that way inside
It’s just this California cold
That makes me wanna cry
It makes me wonder who’ll leave roses
On my grave when I die
I wanna hear them say I’m something
Cause it’s what they say that goes
I don't need time, hope, or happiness
I just wanna know what God knows
My siblings seem to hate me
I wonder if they want me dead
It’s the things that I’ve grown out of
That they hold over my head
I just hope that I don't die
Before I prove them wrong
I’d gladly go and suffer
Just to show them that I belong
I wonder why it hurts so much
When they laugh or turn away
They seem to barely listen
To the things I have to say
I wonder if I’m worthless
Some people tell me that I’m not
I wish they would just let me
Try to show them what I’ve got
I guess I’m stuck in this rut again
As always the attached picture is of my own creation, but this time it's not some weird Polaroid.
Thanks for sharing this. They don't hate you, try being open and present with no intention of trying to win them over.
We all write nonsense in anger. Whether or not the anger is founded or not is different, but thanks for the comment.
...and yet, sometimes we grow up to we realise that we don't need or want to belong. Great writing, it reminded me of my teen years. Thank you. J
Good point, and thanks. I'm glad my current self reminds you of your teen self!
Your art is cute as hell, yet somehow mesmerising.
Figure out why you crave approval and then stop it!
When siblings fail to be supportive of each other: it's generally because their parents have been playing the old, "divide and conquer". It's not that they hate you, it's that they weren't taught to love.
Typo: "they they hold over my head"
Thanks a bunch cathi! Yeah, this post was more of an angry rant than an actual meaningful poem. It's always fun to take a break from writing profound nothingness, and to just complain about family. The error has been corrected, thanks for spotting it. Maybe you'd like some of my other work, a warning though, my other attached pictures aren't hand drawn, I tend to proffer Polaroids.