I actually wrote this poem a long time ago. I can’t remember if I posted it before but I really feel like posting it now because in my mind the best thing right now is to share it so I can get some feedback. I wrote it when I was in one of my super dark time so it basically explains my pain, and I’m hesitant to submit it for a magazine for some extra money. It’s my favorite poem I’ve written in a while but is it too personal and dark for a magazine?
A mother and a father,
They don’t know their daughter.
A father and a mother,
Seem to only love each other.
Left to deal alone,
The teenager quietly groans.
She want her parents to understand,
Why she almost can’t use her hand.
She tries and tries,
But her hope always dies.
Her mother doesn’t know
Why her daughter doesn’t show.
Her father doesn’t get it,
Why she can no longer flourish.
While she tries to have them see,
That she’s not the person she used to be.
She lives in silence and pain,
She feels she won’t ever have anything to gain.
A mother and a father,
And a very hurt daughter.
Whose almost giving up,
Now she hopes she’ll one day have some luck.
Noticed shaky hands and fingers
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