Trapped

You're acting quite strange.

however I don't know what's to blame.

can you please stop scaring the kids.

and stop putting so much stress on your eyelids.

 

shes not trying to humiliate you .

so stop making us stay up past our curfew.

did you say that we're moving again?

where the heck are we going to go then ?

 

you never think things through.

i doubt you can see that we are all upset with you.

we're always traveling from place to place 

have you even washed your face 

 

another hotel huh

i don't really like this ones aura

its not like I have a choice in the matter 

I honestly doubt you're gonna give me an answer

 

i hate my life and I wish I was never born 

oh how I wish I was the first born

my eldest brother is living his life 

while I think about whether or not I want to pick up the knife

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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