Mama,
I'm not the same kid you tucked into a pink and fluffy bed,
These years have done a lot to me,
There's more bad stuff in my head.
Mama,
I'm not the same teenager you first drove to middle school,
These years have done a lot to me,
I hate myself - these people are cruel.
Mama,
I'm not the same high schooler you gave the car keys,
These years have done a lot to me,
I just want to get out of the house please.
Mama,
I'm not the same adult you visited on college breaks,
These years have done a lot to me,
This smile is hard to fake.
Mama,
I'm not the same bride you saw walk down the isle,
These years have done a lot to me,
This marriage thing is a trial.
Mama,
I'm not the same woman you recommended vitamins to,
These years have done a lot to me,
These kids call me mama like you.
Mama,
You're not the same mama I talked to everyday,
These years have done a lot to you,
Your hair is turning gray.
Mama,
I'm not the same daughter you watched grow,
These years have done a lot to me,
I miss you more than you can know.
YOU ARE READING
Death
HorrorI watch way too many crime shows. NCIS, Law and Order SVU, Criminal Minds, and Pretty Little Liars gave me this idea, which is totally different from my usually poetry.
