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Your Rock

Contributed by HedderMarie on Friday, 26th September 2003 @ 10:45:00 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

I can't stand being so "perfect" anymore,
I'm so ashamed,
I can't even live my own life,
I'm not the same.
I constantly have to "grow-up",
And be the second mother around here,
This all constantly drives me crazy,
And brings to me my worst fears.
I constantly have to be the mature one,
And I have to understand,
I am constantly someones sturdy rock,
Upon which they stand.
When they fall off the horse,
I am supposed to be the hand,
To bring them back up,
On that rock which I am.
But they don't realize that I have troubles, too,
I get so crazy,
I don't know what to do.
But no one cares because I'm so "perfect",
I would never speak my mind,
Or rebel against what they say,
When will come my brighter day?!
I want to live my own life,
And I don't always want to be relied on,
I can't even sit in my room,
Or be quiet,
Without them thinking "What the hell's going on?!"
Because there afraid their rock will crumble beneath them and they'll fall,
And they won't be able anymore to stand tall.
they won't be able to brag and say this is my "normal child",
And sit there with a prideful smile.
They don't want to lose the only thing that keeps them sane,
But what about me?!
I can't live the same?!
No, never, I got to be strong for them,
I cannot change, break or bend.
For the fear they think they'll lose their minds,
I'm supposed to sit here,
Twiddle my thumbs and past the time.
Like a good girl I should be,
Do you know what's tearing and eating at the insides of me?!
I kid you not at the truth of this,
Is your ignorance honestly your bliss?
Your "rock",
Your given,
Your "angel",
Perfection,
And normal will break,
And will leave you with nothing but the remains after a quake.
All shattered and broken,
Everything torn,
The moon will finally set at the early morn,
And you will left find the remains of me and know,
That the heavens have finally put to rest this broken soul.

Heather Marie Hutchins

Copyright © HedderMarie ... [ 2003-09-26 10:45:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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