stereotypical life

To write a poems a troubling task,
With no secret adventures or troubling past.
Never beaten or lost, never struggled with drugs,
Never watched someone die, or fallen in love.
 
Stereotypical lifes are of interest to none,
Which is where my search for ideas begun
So I sit in the study, and close the door,
Whilst I read all your problems, INSPARATION GALORE
 
I open a book and I’m taken away,
What you’ve all overcome, what you’re doing today,
The story’s you’ve written, the things that you’ve seen,
The people you’ve met and the places you’ve been,
 
You write of abuse and its then that I see,
I’m lucky that it didn’t happen to me,
I’m now in your position, it’s so I can write,
No one cares of my stereotypical life.
 
Unfamiliar scenarios appear in my head,
I begin to miss people that I’ve never met,
My mothers a drunk, she’s out ever night,
She’s returns with police, for starting a fight,
My brother is smoking at such a young age,
 
He’s ditching school, and full of rage.
Rage he’s seen in my father, a man of abuse,
Who believes none of us, are of any use.
 
My boyfriend is sleeping with my best friend,
 I no longer agree to play pretend,
I end it right, that’s not what love’s about,
Girls of my age, should not be ‘putting out’
 
I doubt all my loved ones as I read more,
You all right of how they have betrayed you before,
The number of lies, and the countless mistakes,
I don’t know how much more of it I can take
 
I’m lost and alone in this make believe world,
With no idea of how to return,
So engrossed in your words, I cannot close the book,
One more poem, just one more look,
 
Now I open the door, and turn on the light,
I return to my world, and all is all right,
My mother’s aS sober as sober could be,
Stereotypically watching TV
 
My brother’s asleep as the afternoon breaks
No intentions of moving, no need to awake
He’s a gentle youngman, who does nothing wrong,
He’s stereotypically slept in for too long
 
My dad's going swimming, no rage in his eyes
Stereotypically toning his thighs.
I’m 18 years old, and I’ve got it all right,
Oh how I love my stereotypical life.