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Poem After a Fight With My Mom

I wrote this out of anger, I had just gotten into a fight with my mom. She makes me feel really bad about myself sometimes and I needed to have some sort of relief. so I decided to write, it always makes me feel better.

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Published: May 2011

The Fall

I don't know why I bother to try;
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

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  • by Sydni Ward,Virginia
  • 7/15/2014

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 something you never seen heard or had a conversation with. So I always questioned my faith and science because of course at the time I didn't understand a lot as a kid. Then as I got older I was still pretty arrogant until the end of third grade when my mom got divorced from my step dad. At that time I didn't care because I thought it wouldn't affect me much, but sadly I was wrong I had to grow up and help raise my two little brothers because she was training to become a cop, and she did. It put a lot of strain on me because we were always fighting and I soon became depressed. I felt worthless and stupid also a little ugly. I hated my life and I hated my mom and it never got better. So finally in the fifth grade I became suicidal from pain pills to box cutters yet I noticed my skin wouldn't cut no matter hard I tried. No matter how sharp my skin or wrists wouldn't cut. Of course arrogantly I thought it was a sign there is a god and I'm not supposed to die because I have a purpose. Then in sixth grade I started puberty and I questioned everything. I started listening to heavy metal and my family made fun of me. Yes I still had those same problems but I had a friend that understood me. We hung out 24/7, at school; at my house. Still fight everyday to overcome bullying and so much more. Though I'm a kid I still live my life to stand up for the people I love, for the people who need a voice and for myself. People may judge me because I like different music or because I'm non-religious. But there was always a quote that got me through and was: When people hurt you over and over, think of them like sandpaper. They may scratch and hurt you a bit, in the end, you end polished and they end up useless.
-Andy Beirsack

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  • by Jenifer
  • 6/23/2014

Don't worry, even I go through that every day, she calls me using bad words and stuff, it's nice to know that I am not alone in this world. Please poems are the only things that makes me feel better, so please, please write more poems.

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  • by Michael
  • Aug 2013

You've really written the teens mind. Thumbs up.

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