Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

My mommy tells me that I’m a handsome young man 
That will one day change the world 
And yet, I feel like a handsome young man 
That will one day have the world change him 
Because everytime I walk by my dad 
It almost feels like he doesn’t want me to do well 
As if he doesn’t want me to succeed 

His words echo off into the halls 
Finding their way through the walls 
Ring around inside my ears for three straight hours 
Until I bang my head 
And everything slows down 
All the noise stops 
And the only thing I can hear 
Are my dad’s words being hammered into my brain 

He says my ideas are a wasted effort 
My thoughts don’t make any sense 
No one would even listen to me 
Because I still don’t know what to say 
His words popcorn inside my head 
The seedlings jump around and blast 
My brain can’t hold it anymore 
I drop my head into a pillow 
Until all the popcorn has settled down 

So now, whenever my mom tells me that I will one day change the world 
I look down and say, 
Mom, everyday I fight a battle with myself 
Because I have a mother that says that I will be remembered 
But I also have a dad 
Who only sees his own mistakes in me 
It feels like two different sides 
With guns pointed at each other 
Ready to shoot 
In case the other side dares to move a muscle

In the middle of the night 
When I try to tell my brain to go to sleep 
It answers that I have unfinished business
I visualize my parents standing on opposite sides
As if they are ready for war 
I see my mom’s mouth move, her nice words spilling out 
Her mouth turns into a handgun 
Her words, into harmless bullets 
When I look the opposite direction
To where my dad’s words are ringing 
I see a father who turns into a cannon 
His words roll into a cannonball 
And meet my mom’s bullets head on in the center 
An explosion that shakes the ground 

Even though my brain shows my parents doing damage to each other 
Every shot fired, every blast 
Makes my head rumble
And every hit 
Takes a bit of my sanity away 
So every morning, when I wake up 
And want to start off fresh 
Want to have a different type of day 
I remember this dream 
That made every word spoken by my parents 
Drill a hole inside my brain 

When people ask me how I am doing 
I don’t expect them to understand
So I instantly reply, I’m doing great 
But in my mind 
I just saw myself and my words
Turn into a bomb 
And blow the rest of my head away