M's Poetry

It's Not Alright

He is hitting me again
not physically but verbally
and I want to throw my arms around him
and I want to kill him
double edged sword I wore so well
I was told secrets that I never was supposed to tell
it was you who held the shuffle
I just watched silently by
I was taught as a child it's not alright to cry

just hold in, block it out
just it's so gnawing now
it's spinning out of that neat little pile
and the truth is ever present
even if I don't acknowledge
why can't I ever tell you goodbye
I feel so guilty but I was taught as a child
it's not alright to cry

do you remember what you said
no one would ever believe a child
and the family agreed all was for the best
so why I still feel like sh*t
I can't understand how you can't feel bad
when we all stood as accessories
just because it's not to be spoken
doesn't mean it didn't happen
and just because it was a accident
doesn't mean it's put into a "alright" context
and even today you say...

just hold it in, block it out
and one day you snap your fingers
hoping it was all just a bad dream
but it's not....it's not
the accidental murder still just lingers
right in your mind
floating in your consicous....


2006@ Copyright by Megan Bishop





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