When I cook meals for us
He yells and screams up a fuss
While I clean up our little house
I wish it were quite like a mouse
He says I can't do anything right
But I'll need to do is fight
The urge to die
That's in my head
YOU ARE READING
From the Heart and into Words
Short StoryI will post poems that I have written or poems that my friends have written or ones that we did together.
