Angry Poem about Family

I wrote this poem just now about my mom. And how she makes me feel. When my parents got a divorce my mom went back to her old boyfriend. And now she neglects me and my 2 older sisters. I have a tough time knowing my mom isn't around to show me the ropes. But it's her choice. I still love her. But it doesn't seem like she loves me anymore.

How Do You Call Yourself A Mom?

© Taryn
Looking in yours eyes
Tells me something's wrong
Never began to realize
You've neglected for so long.

It seems your never there
You never really try
And every time I want to be with you
You make up stupid lies.

I feel as if
I'm just your friend
That you hate being around
So don't pretend

Don't say you love me
With that dreadful tone
It doesn't make sense
Why you never answer your phone

It's pathetic to know
You had three daughters
But you have nothing to do with any of them
that truly makes me wonder

Sure our family has had problems
But not that bad that u can ignore
So if you expect me to stick around
I'll walk right out of the door

You wonder why I live with dad
At least he does try
Daddy has always cared about me
Do you know how much this makes me cry

I feel like your dead
Because your never there
Your dead to me
How is that fair

I have never done anything to hurt you
And your boyfriend comes before your me?
That's bull shit mom
Pay attention to me

Its always poor poor pitiful you
You always have problems
You tell me your troubles
Like I'm supposed to stop them?

You used to call every day
Just to see how I was doing
Now it's like you don't own a phone
As my emotions are brewing

It's so hard not to cry
Knowing my mother is barely around
I see girls so close the there mothers
But it's as if mine is already in the ground

Do you ever cry over me mom?
Do you ever stop and wonder?
About how I am doing
Your just a silent thunder

I hate loving you
There's no point if it's not returned
My sisters hate it too
I feel like my skin is in a blazing fire being burned

Trying to smile
When I'm with you never seems to faze me
You were always the "cool mom"
But now you don't care about me.

So now when you need me
I hope you know I won't be here
I hope one day you read this
And it brings a world of fear

I don't want your hugs
And fake understanding
I want a mom
Who is never-ending

I'm sorry mom
But I gotta say
I'll always love you
But never look my way!

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Published: Apr 2009

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  • I want to say that when I read this poem it almost made me cry. My mother was never there for me..I don't know what it feels like to have that relationship with a mom figure. I've gone through so much it's unreal..this poem really touched me.

    Cayla Greene Submitted Apr 2009
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  • this poem made me cry because its almost exactly what I'm going through with my mom right now :'(

    andrea Submitted Jul 2009
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  • I love this poem and it picture exactly how my relationship with my mom. The worst part is I lost my beloved dad and no one there to encourage and support me anymore. I always cry in the middle of night and sometimes thinking there's no reason I'm staying alive..

    Iman Submitted Sep 2009
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  • I love this poem because I know how it feels cause me and my mom fight and she looks like she don't care. Sometimes I just wanna runaway from all this... but I try to make it work but it seems like it never does....="(

    Yesenia Submitted Jun 2010
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  • This poem touched me because I live with my dad and my mom and I always fight. But I still LOVE her

    April Submitted Sep 2010
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  • No perfect world and no perfect people - just the walking wounded. The mother's have their stories of heart ache and rejection from children with sharp critical tongues. Both have their stories and once you live long enough, you walk on both sides. Venting pain doesn't help, doing your own consistent best and trying different things when something is not working. What solution do you want? Then give that input - and whilst being honest, be caring and honor mother enough to try to see things from her point of view. Unfortunately we think we have the roles established forever - mother gives, we take - that is what we learnt from day one. A better relationship is not gained thru self introverted sorrow. Respect and even distance sometimes is what is needed. Both mother and child get wounded and healing is hard in this stressful, painful world of the walking wounded.

    Jennifer Submitted Oct 2010
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  • I feel like you wrote this for me. Exactly. My mom isn't in my life.. and omg it's just as if you wrote this for me. Except, it's sad to say my mom was never a cool mom, or anything.. and I'm not even sure if I love her. She was never in my life.. soo.
    But thanks for the poem.:)

    Courtney Submitted May 2011
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  • The part about her mothers boyfriend coming first touched me so much because that's why my mother left my brother and I. So she could live in another state with him.

    Hope, Arizona Submitted 8/2/2012
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  • I know how you feel. My mother has chosen drugs over me several times. She is in detox as we speak to get off of meth and cocaine. She will probably die and if not she will never be the mom I used to cuddle with, admire, and share secrets with. I love my mother but she ripped all the hope of having a normal life from me. If you need to talk say the word. I'm only 14 but I've been through so much in my life dealing with divorce, drugs, and my mom's stupid choice of friends and boyfriends. I there for you. :)

    Cheyenne Submitted 12/4/2012
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  • I can relate with this all too well. My mom has only ever devoted her life to her two sons, and as I'm her only daughter; I'm neglected every day. The only time she ''talks to me" is when she wants to complain about her own problems or boss me around, but she never asks about me, what I want, or how I'm feeling. It's sad that every boyfriend she's ever had has noticed, and even when they tell her about it, she just denies.... That woman is forever blind.

    Hope your mom changes before your relationship is torn apart. =/

    Allie Submitted 3/17/2013
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