I like it when I come home and have no homework.
I like it when I come home and get to relax and listen to music.
I like it when my bus ride is shorter.
I like it when I get to sleep.
I like it when no one bothers me.
I like it when I can daydream and not miss anything.
I like it when my mom is on her business trip.
I like it when mom is on her business trip because I don't have to worry.
I like it when I don't have to worry.
I like it when I don't have to worry because if I'm worrying, then I have a hard time breathing.
I like it when I don't have to worry because if I'm worrying, then there's a possibility that I could, no, would be unaccepted.
I like it when I don't have to worry because if I'm worrying, then I'm fearing her and what she'll do.
I like it when my mom is on a business trip because I don't have to worry.
I like it when my mom is on a business trip because I can sleep better—I'm not shaking, my head spinning, I can breath.
I like it when my mom is on a business trip because I feel safe and comfortable.
I love my mom, but I love her absence more.
I like it when I'm happy.
I like it when I'm at peace.
I like it when I can enjoy myself without worry.
I like it when I can be myself—no one else pries into my life as much as my mom. When I'm myself, I'm not accepted.
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Poems by me lol
PoesiaA few years ago I had to write some poems and short stories for a creative writing class so I'm just going to put them here too. I apologize in advance for how bad they are.
