Inspired by Daily Post word prompt, Darkness
Eyes shut tight, to hide out beyond,
Holding to nothing, freed from my bonds.
Permitted to go, forced to stay,
Standing up tall, beginning to sway.
Unable to leave, can no longer remain.
A mask to hide the scars,
A smile to hide the wars.
All I plead, falls on false ears.
They no longer hear.
I no longer stay.
Gone from the beyond.
Released from those bonds.
My name is Mask.
You don’t know me.
But it’s all you’ll ever see.
Inspired by Daily Post word prompt Blank
Smooth and calm, pages etched from unknown
Upon which, stories may be sewn.
Clean and clear, open to all for life.
Possibilities of both love and strife.
Open it up,
The urge calls loud and burning.
Open and none will stop you from learning;
The essence of happy,
Fun and beauty in the sun
The truth of sorrow,
A battle of mind not won.
The weight of anger,
Never without a cost.
The facts of life,
In which, bright and dark crossed.
The pages lay before you.
They are ready, the pen in hand.
Take hold right now,
The world will never be bland.
It is yours at the making,
All wishes yours to keep.
So every day fill your pages,
Before you go to sleep.
I use this blog for many things when it comes to my creativity. But not only that. It’s quickly becoming a place to put my real thoughts out there and I appreciate that in ways you can’t imagine.
Right now, the topic is obvious enough, but allow me to clarify slightly.
Parents that don’t, or outright refuse, to understand. That take out there on frustrations on their kids. Make us into verbal punching bags when the mood strikes. And make it as if saying something back would be rude, because ‘hey, it’s your parent, they’re stressed’ and let’s not forget ‘I owe it to them’.
For reasons I will never understand, my mom has quite the habit of it. I’m not trying to be a bratty teenager. I’m quite mature, almost at the university stage and try to understand her frustrations as much as I possibly can. But, back to that, I’m a mentally unstable teenager who can’t always do that. I am nowhere near the perfect kid, my room is a mess, I’m forgetful and distracted and tend to seclude myself to my room. But that’s who I am. My mom is opinionated, strong, forceful and judgemental when it comes down to it. She just forgets that she’s my main parent figure and whatever she says has a huge and lasting effect, and recently she crossed a line.
So lately she’s been stuck on me about little things. Then I’m getting anxious this morning so I decide I’m going to go to lunch with my friend. She called and…some things were said to me that I don’t believe will be possible for me to forget.
That’s not what I plan to focus on though. I want to hand out some advice for the parents out there, from one of the kids in hopes that I help out in some way. Continue reading “Advice to the Parents”