Wounded Soldier Poem by Courtney Redmond

What have I done?
To feel this way
Moms always working then going to school
Dad works all day to then drinks it all away
Why must my brother and I worry so much?
We ask ourselves
Why must we put up with this?
Why?
Can you tell me that answer?
We are good kids
With a family
That thinks for themselves.
What would it be like if no one cared?
Where do I qualify as a good person?
If I cant do anything but be me
And still fight each battle as a wounded soldier
I want it all to stop
I want to drink it off till I’m numb
I don’t want to have to fight anymore
I’m just so tired
Maybe if I rest it will all go away?