Fifteen
I woke up in a confused daze
To you two yelling in crazed anger
Over things you weren't even a part of
In defense I'd find myself to say
"Don't talk about my mother that way"
Grown men and women
The two got in my face
Called a 16 year old girl a whore
A bitch
For standing up for her mother who was not there
Not there to defend herself
A 40 year old man
Thinks he had the right to talk to a child that way
Of course your dumb little sister let you call me these things but god forbid I hit you for these
I hope I never have to see your worthless faces again
Mark my words on this day.
You will watch me succeed while I watch you burn beneath me.
YOU ARE READING
Two.
PoetryOne poem every day for 20 days, let's see what I can come up with - And if this is mason here, reading this, know I love you still. I trust your keeping my book safe and I mean every word I've written about you. Ps look for you
