The field is where I let out my troubles.
Home troubles.
Mom is dead.
Dad is a drunk.
He gets violent.
I get, with others, violent.
That's why I bully others.
You're useless.
You're worthless.
You're a disgrace.
He tells me.
Punch.
Kick.
Bottles being thrown.
I take cover.
But it's no help.
I hope I die.
YOU ARE READING
My Life
PoetryThe reckless. The teenmom. The jock. The thot. The heartbroken. The nerd. The invisible. The dreamer. Their lives in their eyes This is their stories. It's true what they say.... Don't ever judge a book by it's cover.
