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Harlan Trott Poem
Why Dad?
Why did you have to go
Why did you leave me
Why did you pretend something never happened
Why did you put me in this situation
Why did you yell at me
Why did you tell me you still loved my mom
Why did you leave me with trauma
Why did you lie to me
Why did you overdose twice
Why did you lie about your pass
Why did you stay
Why did you say what you said
Why did you gaslight me
Why did you strip me of my childhood
Why did you write poems
Why did you need me
Why did you go to the mental hospital
Why did you make me cry
Why did you say my sister is your favorite
Why did you cause me to write this poem
Why dad?
Copyright © Harlan Trott | Year Posted 2025
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Harlan Trott Poem
Controlled
You controlled me,
Who I wanted to be
Who I was as a person,
And as a son
I wanted to be fitted to perfection,
While it was only depression
Even with you gone,
Your never really gone
Still the puppeteer,
Controlling and full of anger
While I’m left with strings,
That still stings
I’m controlled.
Copyright © Harlan Trott | Year Posted 2025
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Harlan Trott Poem
Letting go
I write this poem to my dad,
Although it makes mad
And also sad,
To find out you were nothing but bad
You wrote a poem similar to this,
In different circumstances
Having people thinking,
You were the only one hurting
I am attempting to let go,
But will I ever though
Letting go, of you S.T
Copyright © Harlan Trott | Year Posted 2025
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Harlan Trott Poem
Children of Divorce
Divorce
A curse
On a family
Who once was happy
Never to feel the same
Feeling like they are to blame
For this never ending game
Just wanting to be the children they were before
But they will always be the children of divorce
Children of divorce
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Harlan Trott Poem
Growing up to fast,
Coming of age.
Both about maturity but different
One witnessed something they were not supposed to see, while the other saw when ready
One forced to be a man, the other gradually becoming a man
One having a parent who would mentally abuse, while the other has two amazing parents
One having to work hard just to get a tiny bit of affection or recognition, while the other does not need to try
Growing up to quickly and Coming of age both involve maturity and growing up but are they really the same?
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Harlan Trott Poem
The Ghost that haunts me
The Ghost,
Always the Host,
That haunts my brain the most.
Crawls out of wells,
And feeds off my yells.
In all my Dreams and Nightmares,
No matter my screams,
Or how many scares.
The ghost will always haunt me,
Till I let go what keeps bothering me,
The Ghost that haunts me.
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Harlan Trott Poem
I am thrown
You threw me down,
Back to the ground
While you frown,
Face round.
You say your sad,
But your just my dad
Who leaves me to me mad,
When I only wanted my dad.
Why did you throw me way like the others,
To carry on with another
Just for them to get thrown again,
And you to fake emotion all over again.
I’m thrown
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Harlan Trott Poem
Dear dad,
Why could you have been like other dads, who play with their kids and not mess with heads at such a young age. You put me in this fake situation that how you were raising me was ideal and the right way, but after years of finally know that’s not true. Me raising you in not ideal nor is mentally abusing children, but in the end I somehow still feel bad leaving you. Why do I care when you left me when I needed you before.
Dear son
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Harlan Trott Poem
Relief
Relief,
A time away from the grief
A moment of peace,
Even if it’s just a piece
Time away from it all,
When you can take time to play ball
Finally just care for yourself,
Even if it’s by yourself
Relief
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Harlan Trott Poem
Let me go
Why am I left sad
When you were nothing bad
Why am I left writing
So you can go carrying on living
I am fulled with nothing but rage
Because you left me in a cage
Had me smothered in your sage
All at such a young age
I am left with nothing but pieces of my childhood
With years of you keeping me under your hood
No matter what I did even with you away
You still manage to have it your way
Let me go dad that’s all I ask
And let me have my own task
Live my life free from chains
And all the pains
Let me go
Copyright © Harlan Trott | Year Posted 2025
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