a dark poem about neglect and it's repercussions
Maybe I know you’ve forgotten me?
Perhaps, I just don’t care.
I’m taking a train to the never beyond.
It’s a place where they poison the air.
I see teasing where others see clouds.
Maybe sun doesn’t warm me.
I see peppermint walls where others see doors.
My past, not my future, it haunts me.
I can’t blame the people who bore me.
The chemicals altered the seeds.
I doubt they imagined a monster like me.
Can’t blame me though, I can’t even read.
I was born confused and innocent.
I was weaned in violent dependence.
Perhaps I despised the milk that I drank.
Maybe I misrepresent.
I’ve told an impeccable lie since a child.
I honed it and served it up raw.
I took what I learned and reflected it back.
You didn’t like what you saw?
Then, they took me away to save me.
I was had in the back of a van.
I was given to people who didn’t know who I was.
Now they do. Want to tell? Now can’t.