Miserable Duckling
I say I love you,
but you hate me.
How can you call yourselves
my family?
You are unsupportive
and unkind.
To you, I can't speak
what's on my mind.
I don't ever know
what you're going to do.
Will you insult me
or assault me?
You are so utterly rude,
showing no remorse
when I plead to you;
I've helped you
and sacrificed everything,
Just so you could give me nothing but
misery and pain.
A horrible weight
on my brain.
It hurts my heart,
that you won't even let me start
to explain how I feel.
You walk all over me
like clowns on a banana peel.
I hope you know
what you've done to me,
because this apple will fall
far from the family tree.
but you hate me.
How can you call yourselves
my family?
You are unsupportive
and unkind.
To you, I can't speak
what's on my mind.
I don't ever know
what you're going to do.
Will you insult me
or assault me?
You are so utterly rude,
showing no remorse
when I plead to you;
I've helped you
and sacrificed everything,
Just so you could give me nothing but
misery and pain.
A horrible weight
on my brain.
It hurts my heart,
that you won't even let me start
to explain how I feel.
You walk all over me
like clowns on a banana peel.
I hope you know
what you've done to me,
because this apple will fall
far from the family tree.
This Poems Story
This poem was written at a time that I recognized my family did not appreciate or truly love me.
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