Your Dead in my eyes,
Buried 6 feet down,
With rotted flowers marking where you lie.
You made all my choices trying to protect me.
Then when it goes wrong,
You blame me for making the wrong choice.
When YOU are the ones who made it for me.
I know that you are my Parents,
But I could not HATE you more than I do know.
You want me to live with you,
Then you say I can't because
I Don't Believe In YOUR 'GOD'.
Also, tell me how someone can believe in a 'GOD'
When they are 8, They still believe in 'Santa Clause'.
So Stop The Bull S**t, The Lies, and The Religion CRAP.
and love me as your BIRTH CHILD. As you should,
And not Another Kid, off the street.
(Date: Thurs.10/16/2008)
(Time: Panther Period or 'Study Hall')
Charlie Helms
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dead-ones-parents/
