I used to wish,
To be a mom just like mine.
But it didn't take long,
For me to notice the signs."Poison yourself"
I tried but I couldn't...
"Get out of my house!"
My condition wouldn't let me...As your fear started to fill me,
Harm started to heal me...The more I sinked into the situation's depth,
The more I wanted to embrace death...I had become vulnerable,
Yet you called yourself miserable...Down my throat, hate you shoved.
When all I asked for was love.For dad I've always been a sick term,
As in front of him,
You always play the victim.
You ignored my every cry,
As you Cursed me to die.I wish for something else...
As I wipe my every tear,
I wannabe a mom,
My child will never fear.My child's life won't be bad,
As I'll be the mother I never had.
YOU ARE READING
my mom
Poetrythis poem is about my mother. It's not a very wholesome poem though. It just talks about how she treats me. I hope you understand not just the poem but the feelings that come along with it. Thank-you for reading. Love ...