Question

My life as a poem (Finished. Depressing at times)

Answer 1

Let me tell a little story,
Don't you worry it's not too boring.
It's a story of love,
Just not one you would normally think of.
They met online, so they said,
My mum said my dad made her blush bright red.
He was a bad boy, so you see,
And she was a quiet girl, rather meek.
He sold the drugs,
She was busy with church youth clubs.

They got married, and said their I dos,
But one must remember, each story has different views.
From the outside they looked very happy,
In public, it was bad but they were rather sappy.
Inside was the abuse, the hitting,
The arguing, fighting, and spitting.
And one day something was positive,
Now if he hits, she won't be able to forgive.

After four more tries,
One finally survives.
And that one is writing this poem you see,
That baby girl, wrapped in pink was me.
Born into hell one may say,
But this event made my mum's day.
This didn't stop the abuse,
He didn't see it as an excuse.
Pushed against the wall, Oh who cares?
Let's just let baby Evangeline stare and stare.

As I get older, he seems a bit better,
Although, it's not chocolate or love letters.
My mum got a dog for a present,
Oh that's a great idea, I know they both said it.
The dog was abandoned, but we got along,
They would take him outside and I would listen to the bird sing their song.

One day he snapped like most things,
My face becoming the chewed up water wings.
My mum was horrified and reacts,
How all mothers act.
As 911 was dialed,
The scene became very vile.
A bleeding two year old, in her mother's arms,
And a dead dog, who didn't make it to one of the butterfly farms.

In the hospital I stayed,
Relationships in the halls I made.
Bandaged face, now all scarred,
My old best friend now buried in the yard.
Not too long after I'm gone I'm back again,
My mother is labor, and I'm offended.
Why does she need a baby? She has me.
I just want all the attention can't they see.


My little brother finally came,
Every birth the same.
She was so happy you could see,
On her face, physically.

Now next year on Christmas night, there years old, I'm so old now!
Sadly, Oh sadly, there's no snow on the ground.
Passed out in the bathtub you can see my brother seize,
One years old for him I'm sure this is terrifying.
It's a fever seizure the paramedics state,
And my mum is sobbing from this fate.
We can't help much but not get sick,
But it's not too hard and that's easier than arithmetic.

That wasn't a good comparison,
Well, I'm sorry but the only other word that rhymes is Harrison.
Let's skip to five and seven,
I'd rather not miss this drama or I would go to nine or eleven.
My dad sits us down, as angry as can be,
And he states right at me.
Apparently I didn't clean my room,
And as his hand goes across my face, I realize my whole life will be a gloom.

The next few weeks, they're getting divorced,
Figuring he'll need extra money, my dad gets his tanker license endorsed.
Him leaving my home is like a dread,
I feel like deep down I'm really happy instead.

Soon a social worker is at my door,
Apparently the school found a reason to come see what they could look for.
They saw the bruise on my cheek,
The man tries to get the answers he must seek.
He asks me who did, and I say my dad,
"Where is your dad?" He asks and I become a bit sad.
"Well he left," I say innocently,
"Where did he go?" He asks me quietly.

I tell him all I know and then he leaves,
After he leaves I cry in my room, my face buries in my sleeves.
My mum runs in, kissing me then grabbing her cigarettes and keys,
"I love you babygirl, I'll be back," she smiles at me picking up the ends of her slacks.

That's all I saw of her till later that night,
Her unlocking the door, leaving me in a fright.
"I got the job! I got the job!" She says with excitement, hugging us both,
We both squeeze back with no loathe.


Now at 12 and 14 is when most of all begins,
My dad now has started using again.
They are officially spilt but custody remains an issue,
He files reissue after reissue.
Why did he want us?
Didn't we suffer enough without dealing with this fuss?
He got us every weekend, at Bennetsville we would meet,
At the McDonald's, waiting at the back seat.

One weekend it all goes wrong,
I should have known something was up when he played that suicidal song.
I thought it was nothing,
It you think it is just nothing, never ignore a thing.
He brought us in the house,
After we saw the mouse.
The house reeked from smells,
About the equaling to prison cells.

I hear a shout and it's my brother,
He's been hit with a rifle case, so I run over.
I look up at my father and he's as blank as can be,
You're hurting us, how can't he see?
He simply walks in his room like nothing happened,
Then he walks back in and his exspression blackened.
He screams in my brothers face,
"Get out you disgrace to the human race!"
Being fourteen he runs, terrified.
And he runs at me and I feel terrified.
He simply spits and walks away,
And I have my horrible urge to try to save the day.

I run to my window and pop it open,
I call out to him to get his coat in.
He comes up picking up the his coat,
And you can hear the goat.
I grab his hand and my bags,
And his blood sugar pack full of syringes and achohol pads.
I take him outside and we run in the woods,
And we hear him at the window shouting his lures.

We then see the unthinkable,
He's holding a gun and I clutch the old hazel.
He's pointing it at us, right through the window,
And the worse thing is, now one will hear us scream though.
I call my mum quickly and explain,
And it's so sad you can hear her voice droop with pain.
She calls 911 on the dot,
And they say they will respond in the spot.
He eventually pulls us in,
And I protest even knocking over the bin.
The cops pull up and we jerk away,
And the house they begin to raid.
Four canines and four deputies,
I remember that number like my enemies.
They put us in a car and you see,
He is terrified, and not so much me.


Well that's my life,
I'll probably tell the same to my wife