My Hell
Life is hell for us
With Social Workers and such
They make me so angry
I hate them so much
Especially Noelle
She makes me so mad
When she leaves though
I am crying and sad
They accuse me of things
I have never done
She thinks I am abusive
To my beautiful sons
My boys are my life
They always will be
Without my boys
There’s no reason to be
They give us no help
Just doubt and blame
It seems to me
They are playing games
I feel lost and hopeless
Frightened and scared
They won’t admit they’re wrong
They really don’t care
They will not believe
My hell all those years
They don’t seem to care
When I break down in tears
All my fears and terror
Bad feelings and pain
Rise up inside me
Again and again
A life of bad memories
Deep inside and repressed
I’m so lost and alone
Useless, depressed
How do I prove
What I say is true?
When no one believes me
What do I do?
I feel so let down
A criminal accused
In a living nightmare
Abandoned, confused
All I wanted was help
Love and support for my boys’
A decent life for us all
With happiness and joy
All the worry and stress
Brings all my trauma back
All the fear and terror
When I’m under attack
This is like hell
I don’t know how to feel
All I know is this
Living nightmare is real
When will it be over?
When will they leave us alone?
When will they stop
Invading my home?
I thought I had left
Behind all my pain
But now they have brought
It all back again.
So much for my new life
Being happy and free
But now I feel
That’s not meant for me.
That really hurts
Makes me so sad
What have I done to deserve
A life this bad?
Copyright © Helen-Louise Savage | Year Posted 2008
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