Why Can'T You See What Is Wrong? Poem by Tessa Marsland Pettigrove

Of all the things that we could see,
Why is this suddenly happening to me?
I sit here thinking of what things are like,
but believe me it isn’t as easy as riding a bike.
I wake up in the morning to see your face,
you aren’t really there but you are on my wall.
My dreams just start to come true but then suddenly three little boys are knocking on my door.
They scream make us breakfast Tess.
I don’t like getting out of bed because suddenly i feel dead.
I don’t understand why this always happens to me,
the family fights just like those stars at night.
I hear voices that aren’t even there,
it feels like I am going crazy within my head.
My emotions just float away,
looking for that good day.
I am sick of being pushed around and just chucked like dirt to the ground.
Is everything alright?
Because I am standing up to fight.
I need my space,
Just like you need yours,
We live apart it’s just our magical art.
I don’t want to be the one who is always going to say yes.
I need to stand up for myself and tell people where to go.
People may not like it,
But they don’t understand what I go through for them.

By Tessa Marsland-Pettigrove 20th Of April 2009