Poem After a Fight With My Mom
I was always considered the black sheep in my family because I looked at the world differently, so I was judged. I was raised in a Christian home but I couldn't understand why you would worship …
Published: May 2011
even though I know, you'll never be satisfied.
I'm not what you want, &: I'm not what you need.
but you're twisting &: turning my reality.
I'm lost in the shuffle,
buried with my troubles.
you're killing my emotions, &: losing my trust.
&: you look at me with a sense of disgust.
this is my world, &: you are my fear.
I think things would be better, without you near.
I'm losing myself &: cowarding down to you.
you're words they are permanent to me, just like a tattoo.
you're always right behind me, pushing me way to far.
cut me open, see the pattern of my scars.
all these people that think they're so tough.
try-- being reminded that you're never good enough.
you're killing me slowly, &: I'm almost dead.
I imagine you smile as you drift off to bed.
this isn't right, this isn't fair.
it's nothing, I don't expect you to care.
I'll paint this world, with my list of regrets.
I'll burn this city with my ashes &: I'll forget
that you weren't there.
&: maybe I'll be saved from this horrid despair.
I know whose right &: I know whose wrong.
but you'll figure it out, once I'm finally gone