Poem About Not Getting Along With Mom
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Published: Feb 2006
A Teenage Strife
We share no common song.
She doesn't understand,
I no longer want to hold her hand.
She doesn't know me well,
This it's not hard to tell.
I stare at her disheartened,
Asking myself how we got this partnered.
Why I no longer hug my mother,
And would rather tuck myself under the covers.
Everything she does is bothersome to me,
Why can't she just leave me be?
The end I hope is near,
for this altercation is far from dear.
The explanation, my guess, is a teen girl, trying to grow up in a not so civil world.
I want to love my mom, I need to share a common song.