The slow throb in my throat,
Steadily beats as my mother continues with her berate.
I want to leave,
But I can't find my voice.
I lower my gaze
Unable to say the words that fill my clogged mouth.
Instead, turning into water that leaks from my eyes.
The abuse continues
As her voice rises
Filling the air with venom.
I know I shouldn't breath it in,
But I do.
It seeps to my bones,
Tainting my soul into believing that I'm as worthless as she claims.
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The Unexpected
PoetryA collection of poems about my life, my feelings, my thoughts, basically about me. It's the things I don't ever speak of but write down instead. Warning: some poems may trigger you so read at caution A/N: They're not the best since I just write them...
