She always was misunderstood,
lonely and sad,
She felt like a burden,
she felt unloved.
For her mother, just seventeen when she had her,
wasn't part of her life.
She always forgot to call,
and never answered the girl's letters,
and if they shall to speak,
The Mother was too kind to be real.
So the girl one day told her,
"Momma, I feel like you don't want me. Like I ruined your teenage years. Oh, is this true?"
Of course, The Mother said no.
But deep down, the girl didn't believe.
She was insecure you see.
YOU ARE READING
Sad Book of Poetry
PoetrySome of the poems I've written, all of them sad. If you don't like sad stuff, don't read it.
