Reality.

This one..is rather personal. It was written when I wasn't exactly in a mood to, so it isn't my best piece. 

A thank you

for the wonderful day

and the so-called gift

on my birthday.

I turned fifteen,

worst bit of news you could give

that you were parting

and that you wanted "a life to live".

I could see my day

the one I was eagerly waiting for,

cashing and broken

and given away.

I was calm then,

I am calm still,

but if you could ever peek in

it's a hurt and chaotic hill.

Pretty soon I guess,

I got used to it,

Sleepless nights,

tantrums fit.

Then we moved..

and people asked

we made excuses

and kept the grade unmasked.

It's been a year,

since that day

yet I can't help

but dismay.

I did forgive you

'cause you tried your best,

to keep it alive

to keep it suppressed.

It isn't your fault,

that it fell apart

I tried too,

with an aching heart.

I wish you both could understand,

it's not about me,

it's not about us,

it's about we being a happy family.

What's done, is done

what's wished, is wished

you can't do anything but face

the lone reality that's buried. 

Review? I would really like one for this poem..