Our cheating, drug use
stealing, screams and lies
We've been screwed up since birth
Wow, what a surprise
For years they've abused us
Everyway that they could
How can my hatred for them
Now be misunderstood
May I trade in
The memories I have
For the good ones are long gone
I've been left with the bad
I'm tired of advice
From people who can't see
That this disease is evil
Not my problem no more
My only wish
Is that this world soon wakes up
And start to love kids
Instead of screwing them up
Again, a good write and one that is true. We live in a wrong where violence and selfishness is the norm. Living in a household where you are beat, curse, low-rated, mental and physically abused is not a family it is a prison, it is not even safe for animals to live in. I see your feelings in this writing, your pain and angry for this world still not waking up to see that the children are the victims. Too often this is hid, yes, and only comes out often in other ways or later to be written about as you, I, and others are doing now. Be well.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the cycle of abuse goes on often the victims in turn become abusers Me first and only what I want counts is the prevailing norm fortunately only for the few not the multitudes