Ignore the Red People.

Sister, Mama?
What did you do?

You self-harmed
Your auras too.

"Wicked, wicked, wicked!"
Sister,
Mama.
Evil Dada,
Evil Brother.

I used to do a
lot of screaming;
The doctor came
to quench my
'dreaming.' -

To stop my house from
ever healing.

‘Unhealthy trance.’
The doctor thought.
'Familiar stance,'
I said.
“I need this lack of red."

I scream. I sob.
I dream.
Again, again.

"I made this trance
Or stance
To keep
My aura
White." like…
YOURS?

Edging nearer,
Away from Mama,
Speaking clearer.

Better already.
I whisper,
“Will you be my Mama, Doctor?”

Spoiler

I wrote this when I was suddenly flooded with bad thoughts late last night, and it probably doesn't make any sense to you But it... it kind of does to me, so...
Well.
Critiquing is very welcome
Tell me if it's total rubbish or not

hi! I'm here to review!

Sister, Mama?

To me, a frequenter of chat you are talking about Redfag and Sister italy, but I don't feel as though your talking about them. I'm kind of confused.

You self-harmed
Your auras too

I'm sorry, but this makes absoultly no sense.

I used to do a
lot of screaming;
The doctor came
to quench my
'dreaming.' -

NOw I'm thinking that this is about an insane person who is having visions. You know how many times my idea of what this is about has changed? That's not good. People who are confused or their emotions are changing quickly are more and more likely to exit out of this window.

I finally figured it out. its about an insane person.. But I didn't get it until like the very end.
I can't say I liked it. But thats my opinion.

BEAUTIFUL! I understand why people have not reviewed this yet, it is very bizarre and very powerful. I love your use of auras, describing them in colours and emotions. Truly brilliant. Your piece brought me to a pretty dark place, reminded me of how we don't chose our families and how they can damage their kids. I have no improvement or suggestions for you.

I used to do a
lot of screaming;
The doctor came
to quench my
'dreaming.' -

This stanza disgusts me in solemn emotions! It is amazingly written! You have a lot of talent! Keep Writing!

I will disregard the comment about not understanding simply because this is a good piece of poetry. What I will say, though, is that poetry does not need to be fully understood. It could be something completely different to someone else but it still has a meaning and is still understood to be something. So, instead of stating that its only something you can understand, be a little more open to the fact that every author can't truly be understood fully. The piece is the most important factor. Being pretentious will not exactly get people to enjoy this poem.

Either way, instead of judging your character, I should probably critique your poem.

Now, what I liked about this was the fact that, while you were talking about insanity, you used your writing as a way to make the poem feel chaotic and insane. It all worked out quite well in your favor, though I'm sure it could have gone either way depending on the emotion spent. In this case, you succeeded.

I particularly liked the idea of an angry narrator who does not spend their entire time spewing melodrama. Though there are iffy points, I found that you tried to keep to the main objective which was nice but to occupy yourself with rage can also take away from the overall effect this poem could ensue. I believe, when it comes down to it, with a solemn almost stoic voice, you'll find that the effect given will be a lot more thought-provoking.

I was a little bit thrown off by your rhyming scheme. Fortunately, it flowed but you might want to try and keep some form of consistency.

Poetry comes from somewhere, whether that be a dark place or not. Its universal as human emotions are universal. Particularly, I liked this simply because of the fact that one can relate to the feeling of being suffocated with rights and wrongs, or being pushed in a direction that does not necessarily mean being yourself. The subject may be a little cliche in that sense, but the poem appears to be original in its diction. That being said, I enjoyed this to a degree.

You earn a like from me.