*In Strict Families #09*
Low grades is what I carry,
High expectations are stabbing me,
Chores are in my hands,
As they step on me like ants.
I am trying to make you proud,
So you can shout my name in front of a crowd.
I am trying by best,
Why compare me to rest?
Why do you want me to study?
For you to suffocate me?
Do you want to tell me how idiot I am,
Well, all I want to say is; 'sorry ma'am.'
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Family |POETRY #2|
PoetryF•A•M•I•L•Y The title is 'Family' Written as poetry. Hope you love this guys, SagittarianJoy, saying goodbyes... If you are interested in more of my poems, you are freely to read it. >I love you A Hundred Times and More |Poetry #1| >What if we Rewri...
