Theres nothing i can do to make my mum Nd dad better
But theres everything am doing to make it worse
Like a deep gash like battling against cancer like acid to the face like a bleeding body
Like world war 1 and 2 and 3 and 4
Like anger in the middle east
Like radical minds
Thats how my parents are
Ugly with each other
Mad with each other
Bitter to each other
Disconnected from each other
Angry with each other
And the worst pain i think
Misunderstanding each other
Amd here i am
Like the shot in the gun
Like the hydrochloric acid in the acid
Like the tank in the war
Like the knife that cut and like the reason for misunderstanding
Here i am
Cant get my own life in rhythm
It really pains me how my parents are
And it pains me more to know im probably making it worse
By trying to make it better
And it really pains me my dads eyes and my mums getting older
And how she doesnt want to create new ways for him to love her
And he doesnt care if he hurts her
And she doesnt mind that hes far at mind and thoughts and it doesnt bother him that he doesnt like what she likes
Its a mess
A painful mess
And a beautiful wound
Of lovers gone
I dont see lovers no more
I dont see a family no more
I dont see happiness or communication
I dont see any of it
I only see bitterness and resentment
I only see 2 people who found themselves having to be with each pther
Almost as if they want to change it all if they could
And maybe they tried i may never know
And i only see 2 people just
Lifeless actions
And me the roll in the film
The tape in the recorder
The play in the dvd
I am their second generation of similar movement
It really pains me how my dad speaks about my mum and how my mum speaks about my dad
How my dad no longer cares and my mum no longer tries
How my dad is so far and my mum is so near
How my mum looks so tired and my dad tries so hard to find eneergy
It pains me that they would never think to go on a sunshine holiday together
Or that they would never invite each other out
And it pains me that he would probably never buy her a rose again or gold
And it pains me that she would never try to exercise
Oh dear am gonna get caught
Crying in the wrong place
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