You didn't like my Mom,
so you tried to use me against them,
You manipulated me against them,
On every little mistake of mine ,you questioned their upbringing.
You made me a pawn in your games.
And, didn't it ever cross your mind,
That I was just a child,
Too young to be stuck between your wicked games?
YOU ARE READING
Whispers From The Pages
PoesíaI am a girl who has so much to say but no one to listen to. I'm struggling in my life with college, family and other issues. I always find it hard to express my emotions verbally but I can write them pretty well. The issues I deal with are family...
