Daddy issues Poems
Dear Dad
by Grayson Barath
I cannot bring back the happy moments frozen in a picture frame.
Looking back on it, I see how badly you have changed.
Every day I am reminded of the pain.
No matter what you do, our "relationship" will never be saved.
I still remember everything from that day.
The crying, shouting, the pure rage.
Every day I am terrified that I'll be like you.
But my fiances remind me that that would never be true.
......
Isn't It Funny?
by Grayson Barath
Walls would never raise their voice to make me feel small.
But that is what you did most of all.
Walls would never judge me for how I bleed.
You did that and feasted upon my pained screams.
Walls would never judge me for how I hold my tear-stained pillow late at night.
You would yell at me while you and mom would fight.
Isn't it funny how the walls would never judge me for anything at all?
You were the worst enemy all along..
......
Blue/Red
by Ashleigh Owsley
Am I blue or am I red?
am I bitter, am I upset?
Am I allowed even allowed to be red?
To be is to live.
Do they resent me for my resentment?
I feel nothing, I feel it all.
Emotions I am unable to describe, I draw them on the wall.
I bite my lip, I consume myself
I don’t see whatever it is they are seeing.
I am my only lover, but I hate me more than I love anything.
......
Dear Dad
by Grayson Barath
I cannot bring back the happy moments frozen in a picture frame.
Looking back on it, I see how badly you have changed.
Every day I am reminded of the pain.
No matter what you do, our "relationship" will never be saved.
I still remember everything from that day.
The crying, shouting, the pure rage.
Every day I am terrified that I'll be like you.
But my fiances remind me that that would never be true.
......
Isn't It Funny?
by Grayson Barath
Walls would never raise their voice to make me feel small.
But that is what you did most of all.
Walls would never judge me for how I bleed.
You did that and feasted upon my pained screams.
Walls would never judge me for how I hold my tear-stained pillow late at night.
You would yell at me while you and mom would fight.
Isn't it funny how the walls would never judge me for anything at all?
You were the worst enemy all along..
......
Blue/Red
by Ashleigh Owsley
Am I blue or am I red?
am I bitter, am I upset?
Am I allowed even allowed to be red?
To be is to live.
Do they resent me for my resentment?
I feel nothing, I feel it all.
Emotions I am unable to describe, I draw them on the wall.
I bite my lip, I consume myself
I don’t see whatever it is they are seeing.
I am my only lover, but I hate me more than I love anything.
......
