The Truth

The Truth

A Poem by Marie Kinnett
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The pain of carry the weight of the world on your shoulders at a young age

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Broken depressed a hot mess is what you expressed excusing away the pain you caused It’s like you never even saw me at all. You said you’ll always love me that you’ll always be there but when I needed you most you were not here or there you were nowhere. 

Absent.

 You’ll say it’s cause I asked you to leave and that would be true but I asked you to leave to save myself from you. Because even when we’re together we were really apart you couldn’t even see how you were breaking my heart. “Fix your brother food while I lay on the couch” “Sorry I’m too tired right now”. “Run down stairs and get the laundry.” When all I wanted was my mommy. I was 6 & sick I just need some help instead here’s a trashcan go lay back down I don’t have time for you I’m with my friends drinking now is what I was told but it’s still wrong that I wanted to go? 

Since then ive heard how you’ve changed, you’re so different now. I’ll always be your baby girl, you’ll always want me around. But you still don’t get it you don’t care to see that you were the first persons who broke me. Invisible wounds that only I can see cut into me so deep. Straight to the bone & a gaping hole into my soul. You will never feel like home. It’s been too long and the door is closed you lit the match now watch it explode. 10+ years of broken boundaries, threats & dramatic text just for you to ask if we can be friends? What a joke that is. You brought me into this world just to break me so you’ll only ever know the fake me. We will never be friends there will never be more I can’t wait for 18 to lock the door.

© 2025 Marie Kinnett


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Marie, I second Sarah’s message. I too was adopted and it was a bad fit. My parents psychologically beat me down rather than lifting me up, my father especially. I could not flower living there. One can go two ways, grow up to be like them, or consider it a learning experience and just be their opposite. I chose to act and love the opposite.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Marie Kinnett

3 Weeks Ago

Thank you that means a lot
My grandparents adopted me. I understand this pain. more than anything, all I ever wanted was to have a normal life as a child. Little did I know that there was no such thing. My dear girl, don't close your heart, no matter how many times it breaks. Don't let them turn your heart cold. -That's the hardest part, but trust me when I say this. you will come out the other side of the pain and still be able to love. keep writing child, it's good for the soul.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Marie Kinnett

3 Weeks Ago

Thank you that means a lot to me really it does. My mom just stopped trying after a while and I coul.. read more
Hi. I read every word of this emotional prose.
We all make mistakes.
I hated my mom until I became a mom.
It takes a long time to realize some things just happen.
Great write!

Posted 1 Month Ago


Marie Kinnett

1 Month Ago

Thank you so much

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Added on December 3, 2025
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Marie Kinnett
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Hi, I'm sixteen. I"m a girl. I love reading, writing, and crocheting. I spend my free time hanging out with my friends and family. Oldest of seven, and love them all. Like to read comments to improve .. more..