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My opinion never mattered
I’m always yelled at to shut up
My feelings are always shattered
Like the screen door to my porch
Because my opinion never mattered
I speak loudly at school where it does
Because my opinion never mattered
My family is dysfunctional
Because my opinion never mattered
Both my parents are divorced
Because my opinion never mattered
My daddy’s in a depression
Because my opinion never mattered
My house is not a home.
And
My opinion never mattered
When I was scared to sleep at night
My opinion never mattered
When you two were at each other’s throats
My opinion never mattered
When daddy was on painkillers and booze
My opinion never mattered
When he would drive home drunk
My opinion never mattered
When he almost died from drug overdose
And my opinion still didn't matter
When I would hear my mother scream at night from pain and frustration
It didn't matter
When my brother started to drink like my dad from all the anger taken out on him unjustly by my mother
It didn't matter
When my sister and I had to raise each other, because we had no one else responsible enough to do it themselves
It didn't matter
When we would count our scars like we counted our tears
But maybe if my opinion did matter
I would have spoken so many things that I only dared to think
If my opinion did matter
Mommy and daddy might have worked things out.
If my opinion mattered
My sister and I could sleep peacefully for once in our lives.
If my opinion mattered
Maybe the nightmares that hunt my dreams would stop
If my opinion mattered...
If it mattered.....
The possibilities are endless
But its too late.. isn't it?
I’m always yelled at to shut up
My feelings are always shattered
Like the screen door to my porch
Because my opinion never mattered
I speak loudly at school where it does
Because my opinion never mattered
My family is dysfunctional
Because my opinion never mattered
Both my parents are divorced
Because my opinion never mattered
My daddy’s in a depression
Because my opinion never mattered
My house is not a home.
And
My opinion never mattered
When I was scared to sleep at night
My opinion never mattered
When you two were at each other’s throats
My opinion never mattered
When daddy was on painkillers and booze
My opinion never mattered
When he would drive home drunk
My opinion never mattered
When he almost died from drug overdose
And my opinion still didn't matter
When I would hear my mother scream at night from pain and frustration
It didn't matter
When my brother started to drink like my dad from all the anger taken out on him unjustly by my mother
It didn't matter
When my sister and I had to raise each other, because we had no one else responsible enough to do it themselves
It didn't matter
When we would count our scars like we counted our tears
But maybe if my opinion did matter
I would have spoken so many things that I only dared to think
If my opinion did matter
Mommy and daddy might have worked things out.
If my opinion mattered
My sister and I could sleep peacefully for once in our lives.
If my opinion mattered
Maybe the nightmares that hunt my dreams would stop
If my opinion mattered...
If it mattered.....
The possibilities are endless
But its too late.. isn't it?
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