My Life In a Poem

Love to others is a beautiful red rose, Growing, blooming, Showing, pretty. But it seems when I touched that flower, It lost all it’s power. I was once innocent like everyone else, Happy, outgoing, Energetic, Upbeat. But it seems that life was taken from me, When all this happened, you see? Our family was so happy before, what happened? Playing, smiling, Joyful, happy. But it seems those days had to come to a close, Just as the rose did, I miss that rose. That night, it was the worst thing ever. Back and forth, Arguing and crying. As I ran up the stair, slamming the door after. In the truck, away went my dear father. He came back, I had to fake being asleep. Crying away, Trying to stay calm. Cradled in my mother’s arms, trying to stay still. The fight that night ended at an ill will. Now in separate homes, we just go back and forth. Here, there, Back, everywhere. It’s tiring to have to move every weekend. I feel my legs about to bend. Now my father is kind of poor. Working, building, Gone, absence. I miss him when he’s gone, I’ll see him walk back to me on the lawn. My mother suffers, and so do my siblings. Crying, unhappy, Faking the smiles. My sister is on medication, she’s not my father’s biological daughter, And my brother and I can barely even share the laughter. I walk on, barely even able to keep it in. Crying, dying, Trying, sighing. Why do I have to live like this? The old days I miss. Our family is torn apart, all so different. Fighting, crying, Arguing, trying. They don’t know what to do after this tragedy. But they don’t care about us, you see. Everyone is against each other, War, pain, Feelings, emotions. They can no longer get along, and they don’t know how to. No one knows what to do.