My Life Growing Up
Ten years old.
Parents fight during the night.
Dad hits, Mom screams.
Became an insomniac and too tight.
Eleven years old.
Parents no longer hide fighting,
Dad yells, Sister cries
Became depressed and took up writing.
Twelve years old.
Parents blamed me for their strife.
Dad yells, mom yells, Sister's quiet.
Became suicidal; tried to take my own life.
Thirteen years old.
Parents fighting over me.
Dad kicks all three of us out during the night.
Became ant-social and learned life's fee.
Fourteen years old.
Parents back together.
Dad sleeps in on room, mom another,
Became friendlier and more weathered.
YOU ARE READING
The Moon, Sun and Ice Cream
PoesíaSo this is just a group of poems I put together. Some are really old, some I will write the day I post them. You're welcome to criticize my work, and give it to me straight. You're also just welcome to read. So, without further ado......
