my mother read my poem
to the person i have not been
seeing
the anger and emotion they let out
was in fact a roar
a roar to me
the only thing i did and
achieved
was to let my emotions out
through this
poems
apparently they did not approve
again
my life is my choice
my emotions are what i feel
what i feel is not your decision
it is mine
this is not my last goodbye
YOU ARE READING
the hurting
Poésiewhat is life? what is my life? this journey will take a lifetime to complete
