Scarred

[brandnewmessiah]

Can you break away
Can you take away
All the hate conceived in me
No more words to say
Put me on display
Your disgrace for all to see
Love soon smothered
By a mother
Ashamed to admit she gave birth
Never to wonder
What’s buried under
All the years of no self worth

And what would I be if not for the ugly
Constantly hammered into my mind
The nail would splinter
Every lie you delivered
And this is what’s left for you to find

I’m scarred, I’m branded
By a life that’s killing me
Been caught red-handed
Cutting away my memories
I’m lost, I’m stranded
In a future of dead end dreams
Awake and can’t stand it
Let me fall asleep to a lullaby of my screams

Can you give me back
Everything you lacked
To guide a child trying his best
To please everyone
So he can be someone
Other than a figment you detest
Never did you care
If I was even there
Invisible until you’re drunk again
Then you’d speak my name
The one who took all the blame
A whipping boy to release your pain

And how would life be if you weren’t beating on me
Constantly pummeling your fist to my face
Spitting out the blood you perceived as love
Has soured all living to my taste

I’m scarred, I’m branded
By a past of insanity
My death you demanded
And now is the time to set you free
I was lost and took for granted
For never opening my mouth
But with this barrel I’ve implanted
All the words I’ve tried to scream out

See my scars
See my scars
They are made up of everything that you are

[anirbas]

See my scars
See my scars
They are made up of everything that you are

~fragmentationing of Messianic poeming.

~*~

Having experienced an extremely dysfunctional childhood,
this poem spoke volumes to me, Troy...Food for thought...
All families are dysfunctional...Even the "perfect" on the surface, ones...
It's just a matter of degree...Expressive rant and rage poeming...
Thanks for sharing...Sincerly, Sabrina.