PARENTS

You might think it’s one of those

I love my parents poems,

Or I adore them so much, right?

Well, not everyone has a happy ending.

They gave me life, but did they give me love?

A roof, yes—but did it shelter my soul?

They taught me lessons, but were they the right ones?

How do you thank them when you’re left in pieces?

I wasn’t always their pride and joy,

I was the silence between their screams.

A child in a home that felt like a ghost,

Haunted by promises that never came.

You see, love doesn’t always heal,

And apologies, though many, don’t undo the years.

Not every bond is meant to be whole—

Some break, some burn, some disappear.

You might think it’s one of those

I forgive my parents poems,

But some scars are meant to stay.

And not every story has a happy ending.

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