Pink and Orange, with a dash of Uncertainty

As clear as muddy water

This poem really strays from my usual way of writing. It's actually a sonnet that uses some elements of the Petrarchan sonnet form (the rhyme scheme in the first two quatrains or octet, and the turn at the last sestet). I wrote this for school and decided that it was not too horrible to put up on here.

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I treasure the memories of warm sunny days

When siblings had yet to come,

I cry over them with loud sobs like drums,

All I want is your praise.

My anger set ablaze,

I slam the door refusing to succumb,

Red eyes cooling as I become numb,

As I remember those sunny beams where my dog would always lay.

I get so confused sometimes and dislike being your daughter,

When I ask for an opinion I cannot except your unfathomable flattery,

Your feelings are as clear as muddy water,

They shine through like a flashlight with dead batteries,

And although you are usually a bother,

I know that you love me for you are my mother and father.