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Where was the Un?

The love of a child.

By Paige LauscherPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
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I never gave you the blame,

It was normal, no?

Never knew it was just tolerance.

And not love that was shown.

My heart was invested, I thought we were close.

"Is it a good relationship?"

"Better than most."

Our family is just strange.

Not traditional at all.

And that was okay.

I was taught not to cry when I fall.

Take care of your siblings.

And all the adults too.

You should feel safe.

And you did. Didn't you?

Only a child,

Knowing no better.

And never really knowing,

What I did to upset her.

She was all that you had.

So cry to yourself, keep it inside.

You were told you were strong,

And you held onto that pride.

But the older I got.

The more I could see.

I was needed less now.

So it's now time to leave.

I didn't notice at first.

The scars left behind.

On the inside, not out.

The wear and tear on my mind.

I didn't grow up,

I was stretched to extremes.

Now I'm on my own,

And coming apart at the seams.

Fighting the demons,

Made from the damage you've done.

Your love was conditional.

But where was the Un?

sad poetry
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About the Creator

Paige Lauscher

Just a mum with a love for words. Raisin' babies and writing stories. What can I say? I love to create.

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