Conflict

 

 

I resent the way you’re treating me and the way you always have
Are you just too blind to see 
That you’re the reason why 
To save myself, I turn my back and close my mind

Everyday a little colder
A little bolder, a little number
To the realization 
That I am almost to the point of desperation
Fighting for reasons I've long forgotten

Afraid to stop dreaming 
It’s getting hard just breathing
Your voice taunting my every line
And I've always wanted to be the sun upon your shine
Proud of your odd child 
I've given up
I've traded my wings for your tough love parenting

I often feel so afraid
It’s hard to sleep and almost impossible to breathe
My head hurts, my eyes won’t shut
The pain’s too deep and death’s not enough to take away these scars

I've always followed your footsteps 
Even the ones you've tried to hide
And you call me out, curse me
Send me to hell
To save some misguided sense of pride. 


By Amanda M. Burns

© Amanda Saylor nee Burns. All rights reserved