Where Is, My, Mom And Dad?
Author: ShyHeart


Since, you have matured, what, eighteen?
No idiot, with his words of gold, he canít get through, to you
You are wiser now, remember the night, you watched T.V.
Still, you did not see, a rock show, that represented you

So, you turn, the channel, hey, you found one, that is
All, you ever wanted to be, you have rings, from your nose
All the way, down to your toes, Damn, you, are hot, now
Out on the street, all the guys you meet, Geesz, give me a break!

Come on, sweet baby, I/we, have all you need, enough to
Make you forget, what daddy did to you, why, mommy, ran away
In our place, you will be safe, from all that you knew
Hands, so cruel, touching every, private part, of you

Hey, sweet baby, you say you want a life, this is what
All, my friends and I, offer you, eternal paradise
I promise, you will not cry, yes , I know, you donít know
All, these guys, but they love you as I do, and we take you, from your hell

To, where we live, in paradise, no one even knows, their
Best friends, name, yet, they all look familiar, am I just confused?
No, you are safe now, with me and all my friends, you have found a home
Then, we hear, the ambulance, All we, hear from you as you lie there,

Laying there on a dirty sheet, is
Where is, my Mom and Dad?


Comments on this poem/writing:

Tarna ( -- Monday, July 26 2004, 09:41 am

so sad

so sad a story of a youth gone wrong. being vicimized due to their own naivate of the world. So sad we can't protect them all.... Good poem; very sad and unfortunate subject
Sweet Sara ( -- Wednesday, July 28 2004, 09:59 pm


this was such a great poem! i agree with tarna, it is very sad. wish all the ppl in the world would take a moment to read this and try makin somethin of it and saving those out there who are alone. but i doubt this world will get somehwere. wonderful poem.
Martin Vann ( -- Monday, January 24 2005, 03:19 pm

Thank God, There Is A Beginnining, At The End.

Tarna & Sweet Sara,

Just seems to me, if, there pain, we are not always to blame, it may be that we, are the victims of, never having love, when we needed it the most. No strenght of belief in our own hearts, some of us are lost, from the start, However, lost is not the end, thank God, there is a beginning at the end.

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