She Built Herself A Castle

She built herself a castle

For her and herself only

She lets no one inside so

She’ll die bitter and lonely



She was not meant to have

Children, not one sorry kid

She was not meant to be loved

She’d be better if hid.



Far away and alone

Where no one could find her

Except maybe Death

If even He’d want to have her.



But she sits on her throne

With her king by her side

In her “perfect” little world

And locks me up inside.



She built her little castle

With walls all around.

How I’d love to see it burn,

Burn to the ground.



It would go up in flames

Burn with black smoke.

Oh, my, yes it is such

A tempting joke.



But she keeps me inside

Like some unknown statue

You can try to escape

But she’ll reach out and snatch you.



Only she’s not alone

A hopeful lie, but it’s true.

In that nest where she

Dwells is another, but whom?



It’s her king and commander,

The one that’s in lead.

The one that’s instructed

To get rid of me.



He’ll put me to death

He’ll condemn me to hell.

He’ll lock me up tight

In his custom-made cell.



They’ve murdered my dreams

And drained me of hope.

There discipline is strong

And sometimes I can’t cope.



I tell them the truth

They assume they are lies.

I walk through the doors

Disarmed of alibis.



At times not that cruel

They almost have a heart

But then hope is destroyed

And they tear me apart.



They’ll kill any witness

Who’ll protest of their rights,

But of course it is I,

Not you that they fight.



You can try, as you will

But I know not succeed

They’re merciless creatures

The devils own breed.



You think you will win

With me by your side

But you don’t understand

I’ve seen in their eyes.



I saw nothing but evil

A shadow of black

That clouded their eyes

I just turned my back.



I see none of their evil

Hear none of their words

Speak only when spoken to.

Is this so absurd?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem was written during those years of pubence when ones anger and frustration with parental figures is at an all time high.

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Shawn Downey's picture

"To get ride of me."

-edit... should be "rid" I would think

Most castles are made of stone, it would be really, really tough to burn one down. :P (maybe collapse or crumble :)

I like the poem, I didn't get any larger sense, so my feeling was that this involves you and your (step, real, adoptive) parents?

Shawn

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It's not literal ;)

It's not literal ;)

Jace Robinson's picture

I love it, probally the best so far...