Raised By Hidden Love
Maybe there was love shown
the cooking and the cleaning
it’s difficult to have known
with all of the demeaning
When you can’t tell the difference
between a trophy and detention
awards that lack significance
received the same reception
I always felt a counterweight
would appear with my success
a strange way to demonstrate
encouragement to try my best
Then there’s siding against
occurring automatically
Why not take my side?
not add problematically
Insisting on cleaning my room
when the doctor told me rest
make it last all afternoon
It’s shocking, causing stress
Then there is the privacy
why has my post been opened?
Do that but do not speak to me?
Like trust communication’s broken
Someone needs too encourage
“You can do it!” Or “good luck”
Not install the fear of god
the anxiety to self destruct
I guess that the love on show
was the cooking and the cleaning
It must be the way you know
thanks for that as it was my needing
I think you tend to look outside
rather than too your family
I guess you did that all your life
a habit to not standby me
If I’m not shown love at home
then where else would I find it?
Why raise me as you have known,
when you know you didn’t like it.
You can’t even talk to me,
there is no form of trust
foundations that extraordinary
are a metal bound to rust
You identify the opposite
of what most mothers do,
it causes inner conflict,
the love is out of view
the past is only relevant
because you've never changed
this makes it appear evident
you get a kick out of the strain
Copyright © Nick Trim | Year Posted 2022
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