left unsaid

Some poetry of mine

So where do I start?
How about when I was born
I was born into the warfield
Without the warfield I wouldnt have been born though right?
Should I be glad?
So much left unsaid
So much buried but still undead
All I could do is cover myself with the thin blanket to try to block out all the noise
Drift off in a fairy tale land
Where I finally can take a stand
Wish I couldve fixed it all
With a screw driver or wrench
but it wasnt mine to fix
so why does it hurt so much
I always wondered why all the other kids has all the luck
I was sworn an oath
to never tell
what happened inside of me
I sworn that oath to myself
would we live happily?
could we ever finally be a family
why was it so weird to live with someone i was supposed to call dad
but instead felt like a stranger
and all I felt when around him was danger?
I felt I knew what was best the whole time
But I knew better not to whine
Now here we are
all on our seperate paths
what used to unite us
now seperates us
can we come together again
and finally be able to be
the family we all wished
we could have
why not
its not too late
cant we come together
and try to think back and stir up all this hate