misundertood
The Lucky Ones.
I watch them in the park,
The Lucky Ones.
Whose parents hug them tightly,
and wipe faces with thumbs.
I am jealous of them all,
with their happy little smile.
I wish that I could take their place,
and have them be me for a while.
I watch aghast as they get angry,
staring dumbfounded as they scream.
"I hate you, Mommy. Go away!"
all over being denied ice cream.
I wince inside myself,
braced for their punishment they'll get.
But it never comes done,
nothing like the pain I've met.
I watch as they cry,
screaming I don't want Burger King.
I wait for them to be hit,
smacked or kicked... SOMETHING!
But it never does,
and I feel sick inside.
Why does their happiness grow,
as mine slowly died.
I love to watch them be dragged away,
finally treated like me.
All the while complaining
and saying stop I have to pee.
Then they disobey again,
and run off towards the swings.
Slipping away from their parents
and jumping off of things.
Then finally they get caught
and I watch them cry.
Their parents pick them up
saying tell your friend goodbye.
They bound over and hug me
I squeeze back a little too tight.
Wishing all over again
that I could be them for one night.
Too have mommy hug me
and daddy shower me with love.
Bedtime stories and warm cookies
for their little dove.
But instead I must go home
to face my papa's fists.
While momma drinks to ignore my cries,
and cigarette smoke settles in like mist.
Then I wish anew and once again
that I was like other daughter's and sons.
That daddy and mommy would change,
But i guess that's just for the Lucky Ones.
