#robin's scribbles

my heart didn't get the memo singing its rotten song for anyone to hear though there is no God I still hold devotion for everyone I hold dear this heart of mine is ugly- shattered, burned, and thrown away- it heals for but a moment then goes on its merry way

It's a story meant to teach children that they shouldn't lie lest it results in no one believing them when it's necessary, but I still stop and look at this child and wonder.

Why did he cry wolf? Was he lonely, bored from a job he doesn't have to do much in besides keep watch and count sheep? Did he feel unwanted, and as a child is wont to do found a way to get people to pay attention to him?

Did anyone explain to him why they didn't want him to be calling out when there wasn't trouble? Or was he just left there, dying from the wolves, force to see his mistakes as he lies in his own grave, the blood of the innocent sheep around him?

Was his dead body found by his parents, hours later, thinking he was bored after getting no response? How does one accept that they are the reason their child is dead, that refusing to believe in your child, a kid of indeterminate age, was begging for help?

Really, I just wanted someone to take care of me,

for a Father was one who looked right through you,

unless they wanted to bruise you,

in only ways you could see

And a Sister would have my same Scrapes and Pains

filed-down nails and an aching heart,

locked in a white room of screaming kids

babysitting at 8 with only a sleeping adult as a guide

What are older sisters, after all,

if not surrogate mothers,

kissing away all the boo-boos,

using used dental floss to stitch your own

Learning to hide your fear, your anger,

your hate,

only makes you wish you had someone

screaming at those who hurt you

Makes me wish

I could scream at my injustices

scream until they all