I have started a war
twisting in tormenting water
a passive aggressive battle
blood shed between mother and daughter
We are at war
doors like gunshots
eyes like bowling balls
heart suffocated by hate-induced blood clots
I hate this war
tears cascade down
red-splotched cheeks
it was never worth it, I realize only now
End the war
extend a black, designer, size 8 olive branch
a small gesture of peace
Enemy, General, MOM. Give me a chance.
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A Collection of Teenage Poetry
PoetryBasically, this is my journal. All of the heartbreak, stress, frustration, and confusion of being a pansexual teenage girl in a small town in Texas is presented to you in (semi) poetic form, by yours truly.
