Oak Tree Poetry

Florida

Why is it when someone has a problem
I'm the person they come talk to
All you
Need to understand that I have faults, too
Problems
Things that I still need to resolve
But certain circumstances make me break down and stall
For example,
My own mother is fake
Like how hard is it to take responsibility
For something that you chose to create
But that's a common fate
The only difference is a call made to me
"Hey landon, you're gonna want to take a seat
Your mother, she called, and for some time, she cussed at me
She told me that she's signing away her custody of you
Sho doesn't want to pay support that's due
She doesn't have the money for things you do
There's a lot that she's going through
She doesn't love you the way you thought was the occasion
Anyways have a nice time on vacation"
Like what kind of call is that
Left hurting in the place I chose and sat
It stung for quite some time
Laying in the bunk bed with my friends and crying