I feel like I am nothing
Just a pesant in my mother's
Court, the lowest of all
Her children, the most loved,
My brother and sister,
The prince and princess
Even Krista is at least
A jester, Paul a lord
My father the king
Her the queen, looking
Upon my life as worth
Less than dirt
Why am I treated
As so by
The one who is
Supposed to love me
One hundred percent
Unconditionally why
Does it seem that
Anything I do
Has absoultly
No meaning to her
As if I don't exsit or
Just a bug, a nusance,
On her perfectly clean
Floor, dirting it all
Over for her to
Slave over again
Yet it seems I'm
The one doing everything
To win her love
Which seems the
Ultimate impossibility
More than climbing Mt.
Everest, she thinks I
Live rulelessly, wrong
I live by the rules
Of an artist. I swear
She loves that damn
Dog more than her
Own daughter. Would
She rather me gone? Yes.
Would she love me dead?
Of corse, I don't matter
To her in her
Beautiful world
I can't exist in
I'm not allowed to
For I am only the
Pesant that happened
To stumble upon
My mother's court
YOU ARE READING
My poetry and songs
ПоэзияThese are just my poems and songs they may not be that good, but I try my hardest. They represent my life and my mind, so far they are pretty dark and demented. Enjoy! =^_^=! After a long hiatus I am posting some of my poetry again. Most of these, s...
