*made this when I wanted to visit my old guardian…. my sister but my foster
father told me to wish the car windows then he can take me. Then I asked
why…..because he’s rich enough to have someone do it for him every 5 minutes
then he said because its dirty and wants them clean….. then we got into a
huge argument about how my foster roommate spread his breath all over the
fucking thing, but he said I don’t care who did it, I just want you to clean
it. Then I asked why again then he said because I told you to do it, then I
got really mad and said well no cause I don’t have to clean it for the hell
of it. Then he said, do it now, I’m telling you to do so do it. Then I left
and started typing the poem and now I am making this comment…….but when he
said it…..it hurt, it hurt a lot. And then I started thinking about my past
and all the people telling me what to do…. Complete strangers too…. Anyways
yeah*
I’m tired of listening to all of you
Doing whatever you want me to do
Asking me to clean the car windows
Telling me to wash the dishes
Bossing me around like some 16year old slave
I’m tired of it
I just want you to stop
Stop running my life
When I’m the one that lives through the shit
I hate you all
You stupid care-givers
You think you’re helping us
But all you’re doing is hurting us
Making us hate ourselves
For making us believe we did something
When we never stood up
I tired of these games you play
Always cheating and skipping the spaces
I wish I could just stand up for myself
But I can’t because nobody listens
Nobody cares
About a 16year old boy
That’s in a foster home
With bossy shitty care-givers
They think they know us
They think they know me
They don’t know anything about me
But I’m afraid to speak up
Afraid to look straight
All I do is look around
And look away
Like nothing ever happened
I wish you would go to hell
But with the bad luck I have
God will probably fuck with my after life too
….I wish all you people would just let me live my life
and quit telling me what to do.
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