Being home schooled is exactly how I imagined it would be.
This is why I spent my summer days fighting with you.
I made my own mom go against you.
Homeschooling is...
Days full of nothingness,
Waking up early to be dragged to the gym.
Being constantly around you,
Being mistreated by you.
Doing my work,
And getting stuck.
You sticking your two cents in and ripping me apart.
You can't seem to make up your mind about anything.
Whether you want to love me or hate me.
Or you want to make me or break me.
You might even apologize,
Break down and cry telling me you're sorry.
But the next second you're tearing me apart again.
Doing the same shit all over again.
Fuck typing shit down...
I'm done with this crap.
I want to die.
YOU ARE READING
How I Feel
Não FicçãoThis book will mostly be of poems that I write either in class or at home. The poems usually represent something I think about a lot, experiences, or just my life. Most of the poems will NOT rhyme, so if thats what you're looking for, look somewhere...
