I love the way you look down at me
As though I'm less than you
Treat me like a child
Shove a pacifier in my mouth
Whatever you want to stop my whining
You think you're so much better
Well baby is sucking on her middle finger
And spitting at your feet every day
You think I'm so small
Well, I've outgrown your shoes
You could never fill mine
Baby doesn't need a bottle
She needs a break from your bullshit
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A/N: this one is pretty bad, but it was just a poem I wrote to release some anger
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Amateur poetry from an amateur poet
PoetryNothing more than my word vomit poetry. I'm not that great a poet (as shown by my previous abandoned poetry book) but I just have these poems sitting and collecting dust, so yeah, might as well. Most if not all poems carry a trigger warning (discuss...
