My mom is mental
My mom doesn't love me,
My mom is this and that.
It's all I hear.
That sick smile she has on her face when she is way past drunk
That fake smile I spread across my face when I'm too tired to fight.
My yelling
Her screaming
My blurry eyes,
Her wobbly legs.
My hopes being crushed.
Her promises being broken.
The angry fist that has yet to form,
The violent words that has yet to be spoken,
Runs around my twisted confused filled mind.
When I studying,
When I'm reading,
When I'm eating
When I'm sleeping.
Dark circles stay under my eyes,
Cause all I can think about,
Are the times
When I'm told I can fix her.
The times I try,
And the times I fail
This is a tribute to kids and teens with alcoholic parents.
YOU ARE READING
Tolerant
PoetryIt's just poems I wrote. There are mostly about life and things I've learn or feelings I once felt. I hope you enjoy reading them. Also the poems are tributes to people who have gone through some tough things.
