My source of happiness is my mom.
My inspiration is my mom.
I made a promise.
A promise to do good.
To be a better student.
I did it for myself.
But mostly for her.
I was constantly happy.
And I wanted to show them.
Show that I kept that promise.
And I did.
But they shut me down.
They discouraged me.
Chewed up my feelings,
And spit them out.
They disconnected me.
Pulled my happiness away.
But I will get up.
This is for my mom.
I will do it again.
But this time,
I Will Not Be Broken!
YOU ARE READING
That's Just How I Feel
Poésiedecided to put a majority of my current poetry out there for people to read. Depending on how I was feeling or am feeling I write it down in a form of poetry. Some might be a bit sad and some might put some smiles on your face of maybe even make yo...
