My mom walked into the room
The one I was in
I thought it would be my doom
But I didn't get hit with a bin
She sat on the bed
Asked if we could talk
She apologized for what she said
And wasn't looking at me like a hawk
Just her tone
scared me
It sounded like the phone
But I let her be
She continued to say her apologies
She started to cry
She didn't even empathize
And I didnt want to die
I thought we were all good
But I woke up
Then I stood
And shook my thoughts up
-Nico (me)
