Circles
I was born into a world that was insane
It wasn't stable it was always switching lanes
Once it goes up, it's always coming down
I'm in this circle and its going round and round
Growing up, I didn't have my mama
Living with my daddy was a bunch of drama
The things I went through, you would never believe me
I just thank God that he was there and that he saved me
I used to think I would die young in a tragedy
In the hands of my father, when he's mad at me
Or these hands of my own
When I'm going crazy and I'm all alone
I was born into a world that was insane
It wasn't stable it was always switching lanes
Once it goes up, it's always coming down
I'm in this circle and its going round and round
Sometimes I feel the memories haunting me
The demons of my past taunting me
Believing that no one could ever love me
Father abusing me,
Mother just left me
Was always so angry
The anger took control of me
Blaming my mom for everything
that happened to me
Thinking she could have saved me
From breaking internally
Mentally, physically, and spiritually
I was born into a world that was insane
It wasn't stable it was always switching lanes
Once it goes up, it's always coming down
I'm in this circle and its going round and round
I don't need sympathy
I don't want empathy
I just want to tell me story
Because that's not what you see when you look at me
I was born into a world that was insane
It wasn't stable it was always switching lanes
Once it goes up, it's always coming down
I'm in this circle and its going round and round
Comments
Circles
Dear kaylac,
I really liked your poem "Circles," it was interesting to read about your life through this poem. What I inferred from Circle, was that everyone lives in a circle that keeps going around, and nothing changes, but you just want to get out. This reminds me of my 5th grade teacher saying that in each persons family there's a circle and it's up to you to break that circle and do something in life. Other than that I can relate to this, because throughout my life is been the same as you, just the opposite, I grew up with my mom without my dad. Just like you I blame my feelings on him, I blame him for the way that I act, I think about how much better I would be if he was around. It's hard living with just a mother, because as I grow up I need a man to understand the things that I do and teach me how to become a man, but I'm proud of my self for growing up without a father and still succeeding.
One sentence that stood out for me was,"I just want to tell me story, Because that's not what you see when you look at me," because it's true, a person may know my name but they don't know my story.
Thanks for your writing, I enjoyed your post for the fact that it contain many things I can relate to. I look forward to reading your other posts.
Kaylac- I really enjoyed your
Kaylac-
I really enjoyed your poem. It really made me feel for the confusion going on in your life and I saw how it can relate to others.