A LETTER TO MY PARENTS
For a long time I hated myself because of my learning disability and because I was different. As I got older I realized that I was slow in some areas but I wasn’t as slow as people would lead me to believe. The one thing I prided my self on was that my parents would never harm or deceive me nor would they emotionally play with my mind. I don’t want to constantly have my guard up especially with my parents. I felt as though you would always have my back. Over the past year I took a step back and started looking at my life differently. Once I did that I realized that the emotional black male and head games that my parents were putting me through is to much for me to bare. If you what my attention or want something from me that’s not the way to go about it. If were going to have a healthy relationship or any relationship at all you’re going to have to deal with me with respect and acceptance. Respect that I am an adult and accept that I have to put my needs and wants first. I can’t be the substitute for what is missing in your life or marriage. I’m tired of the negative energy, it’s draining and interfering with me getting to where I need and want to be in my own life. My happiness comes first. Once I have complete happiness then I can assist in helping others find theirs. You have to work at finding your way and your own happiness just like I am doing.
OLD ROBERT IS GONE AND I’M SICK AND TIRED OF BEING SICK AND TIRED.
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