As I walked home from school
I get soaked in the rain but I try to act cool
And I pretended that nothing happened like a fool
When the night gets old
I started to feel cold
"Mom, I'm sick" that was what I told
But all I get was a stare that's way more colder than my cold
I freeze and fake a smile
Lol I'm kidding I can even run for miles
When I go back to bed
my tears starts to shed
As I ask god like a kid
God, Why does my mother doesn't care about me anymore
Why does she keep saying that I'm old enough
Old enough to take care of myself
God does being old enough stops you from being a daughter?
Is my age the end for me receiving care?
God Im not even asking for more
As just wanna feel like I'm also a kid that she once bore
And While talking to god I fell asleep with tears on my eyes
Another day has come and here I'am now repeating my lies
Mom, i feel sick
Then again all I get was cold stares
This time I don't freeze but I fake a smile
Lol I'm kidding
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Colors of pain
PoetryPain is like happiness it's colorful and full of stories to tell