Sweet Naive Dreams
I wrote this powerless poem about my misplaced feelings about my birth family.
My birthday is coming around.
Another age, when sometimes I just wanna fall.
All I want is to count the days until I can come home.
Feeling like a prisoner of my own misplaced doubt.
My struggles are real, but not seen.
Because I feel like all you want to do is fix me.
When you couldn't control me, you disowned me.
When you couldn't control my mind, you ghosted me.
I never asked to be born, all I ever wanted was to not feel alone anymore.
I feel this pain inside, but you make it about your pain not mine.
You make it impossible for me to say how I feel.
When I do my make voice vocal you leave me alone.
You ask about me, when I just want to be absent from your mind.
You don't know me.
All my feelings are is a toy, and a prize you can't claim.
I'm the trash you can't recycle.
This cat-and-mouse game is over, but old habits die hard.
A dream I will never have is a mother who cares.
The door which was ajar is now closed.
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Louise Blake-Michael (Risen Phoenix)
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