My Unstable Poetry

Separate

When I was young

My momma told me

Separate yourself from the world,

And you'll live

She was oh, so very wrong

My meaningful momma

Made me panic in uncalled times

Never left are little cottage, people were

gonna get me

She forced me to cry, soft silky arms wrapped

around my waist

I can feel her standing over me

Arrange your head, it's not cut off

Carry yourself, no treatment

What is wrong with you

Mommy, why have you enveloped me