Hesitant to Say

5/18/12

When I speak my words are hesitant.

My love isn’t at all content.

When I’m silence you speak to me,

In a way that doesn’t exactly agree

Sometimes I don’t understand how it’s exactly true that;

My hesitance--

Parents,

Are exactly true.

Sometimes I wonder what’s wrong with me.

But it’s not me, it’s you.

When I speak, with hesitance;

Of my foreign truth,

I cried to think I stopped for you

Before I said the only truth.

I died in side as I realized why,

That maybe I’m not really fine.

That you aren’t really satisfied.

And I’m a gloat easily removed.

So tell me why I realized why.

Its because I stopped for you.

Because you reminded me of the truth.

That you are what the world does call.

The parents of a child lost.

That I must call you such a name.

But we have nothing the same.

So I’m claimed by your indulgence of pain

Why did I hesitate to call you my family

When I say father and mother I think before I speak,

Cause let me tell you personally,

That you aren’t really family.