The Unwanted
Lookin’ back at my life,
Picking up the pieces
Of torn memories, strewn
On the bloodied path.
There were places I was wrong,
Places I was wronged.
Times that let me down.
Times I let down.
Happy memories annihilated.
Persuasions making me tense.
Feelings unfelt,
My life unwanted.
I feel like screaming,
I hate to hope.
Disgust precedes every want,
My dreams made a requiem.
Was I wrong everytime?
My unfathered existence.
I’m looked at with pity.
I’m waiting for mom;
Who doesn’t wait for me.
She waits by the bridge
Her ‘made up’ image.
Luring the fantasies.
Why don’t I have any?
An undecided bloodline.
Is enough license
For people to abuse you.
Their wants imposed on you.
And my hopes, flown away.
Not on wings. But by the bloodied bed .
