No Cheerleaders
This poem is about growing up with no emotional support system.
The world is against me.
I fight my way through the crowd.
I make my own path to the finish line.
I have no cheerleaders.
As a child, your parents are supposed to be your biggest fan.
Your biggest support system.
I do not understand this phenomenon.
I have a woman who likes me one moment and hates me the next.
Nothing I ever do is good enough for her.
There are flaws in everything.
I am the parent.
She is the child.
I yell at her to sit with all four legs of the chair on the floor.
I warn her to be careful when opening cans that surely will cut her.
I tell her to always cut away from yourself.
I have no fan club.
I have no support system.
I just am there.
Set to exist and filled with self-doubt.
I have no cheerleaders.
I see neighborhood friends who have parents that love them dearly and support their every move.
I wonder what that feels like?
I have always been an outsider even as a child.
I was raised by children in disguise as adults.
I understood things I should not about mental illness at this age.
About how books and the telephone are more important than in-person interactions.
About how I am alone in this life.
I only have my cat to comfort me through the rough spots.
I have no cheerleaders.
I must become my own support system.
I am the only one who cares for myself.
I am all alone in this world.
I must become my own cheerleader.
*This poem is featured in Peeling Sanity due for release in October 2018. Be sure to check out my other poetry collections on Amazon.
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About the Creator
Amanda Zylstra
Cat Lover, Poetry Writer, Tea Drinker, Skincare and Beauty Product Obsessed. Check out my poetry collection "Passing Skeletons" available on Amazon.
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