Left Behind

“They fuck you up, your mum and dad.  They don’t mean to, but they do.” Philip Larkin

Good old parents,

sending me to a secondary school,

where I was alone. Isolated.  Deserted.  Abandoned.

An insignificant fish in a sea of

sharks.

I was the epitome of outsider.

Everybody

laughing.

Screaming!  Endless noise

smothering my deaf ears.  Everyone else in their social

circles.  Closely K-N-I-T-T-E-D.

I felt like a piece of stray

wool.

Slowly unravelling, as I drifted from one group to

another.  Hoping for interaction.  Receiving neglection.

They knew I’d be alone.

They knew I’d have no friends.

They knew I’d be a wanderer.  A migrant.  An undesirable.

They knew.

It didn’t stop them.

Everybody else.

Me.

The weight of the Others.

Suffocating.

Crushing.

Pushing

down

on

Me.

I remember.

*Author’s Notes*

 

In this poem, I let out all of my teenage angst and edginess.  This was partly written for school and partly based of the awesome quotation.  I felt that freeverse would be more effective, for this type of poem.  It’s been a while since I’ve experimented with structure like this.  I definitely resent my parents for doing this.  This is a bit of a rantish, moany type poem.  Not the best of my work, but I needed to express these emotions.

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