The day the world ends
The day no one is left
The day the last petal on the last rose falls
The day you turn to dust
Will be the day you're still not enough.
Such a disappointment
Such a soft little creature
Such a fucking snow flake
GOD
You think you're so special
You think you're so nice
You think you should get everything you want
You think lies of kindness and love will melt you like ice.
What about me?
What about the fact that I carried you for nine fucking months
What about how I had to feed you and put fucking clothes on your back
What about how all the money I made went to you!
Why?
Why don't you respect me
I'm your mother so why don't you worship me
Why did I get stuck with a sad excuse of a daughter like you
You think life's so hard
Panic attacks night and day
Grow up!
Life doesn't stop because you have anxiety
Doesn't stop because you're to sad to move
Or you just can't think about all the things you should live for
Like me.
I'm the person who you should strive to be
I'm perfect, beautiful, and hard working
You know, I'm everything you're not
So
Even on the day the world ends
The day no one is left
The day the last petal on the last rose falls
The day you turn to dust
You still won't be enough
YOU ARE READING
With you
PoesiaThis is a group of poems that depicts how I see the world and relationships, I hope that you choose to read it but honestly it is your choice not mine. If you ask me to I'll post more poems at a later date.
