“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
I was the epitome of outsider.
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
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.
It didn’t stop them.
The weight of the Others.
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.