Where Were You

this poem is about a young girl asking her mother where she had been when she needed her..

              It’s hard to believe I stand here now, with a heart that is shattered with pieces all around. . .  now I see I’m so physically dried; my heart is so broken I’m surprised I’m still alive. . .

            DO you remember the tears that I cried? How could you? You were never there to even know that I cried. . .

            My heart is broken beyond all repair, and it breaks even more to know that you don’t even care.

            DO you remember the sleepless nights when I couldn’t sleep because I was scared? Of course not, you were never there.

            It’s far from whole and some pieces may never be found. . . 

           And it’s all because of you, I hope you feel proud to know your child cried at night and you weren’t even around. . .

         Love is something that is so untrue because I don’t even feel love when I look at you, and that’s not the way it’s suppose to be. I’m suppose to look at you, smile, and be happy. . .

It’s so sad that you let it go this far, that you’d rather start another life with another man because you’re ashamed of who WE are. . .

            I know our life is broken but I wouldn’t change it for a bit because our life made me who I am and I’m not ashamed of it.And even though you weren’t around when I needed you, I still grew up pretty well without you.

           So if you’re ashamed, go ahead and leave, but don’t come back when you realize that WE are what you need. . .

            You’ve left us once before and it wasn’t you who kept us together, it was the sister you once called a “whore”. . . She held our hand every night that WE cried, she was the one who held us together and told us it would be alright. . .

            Where were YOU when all this happened? I know.where you were at work hiding from a life YOU wish never happened. . .

            Don’t tell me you “Love Me Now,” don’t try to hold me and change my words somehow. . .

     You’re going to have to prove to me that you mean it when you say “I Love You” because until you do, you’re just another meaningless person in our life that means less than what WE mean to YOU!!!

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