Hi, how are you?
Fine? I'm not.
Why? My father's here,
Soon, I'll be gone
He comes home,
Drunk, screams at us and yells.
I know he doesn't like me,
It's quite easy to tell.
Mom? She's very nice when father's not around.
But when he is, she hardly makes a sound.
She's very terrified,
she told me to run and hide.
She then turns around and silently cries.
She often leaves me alone; I think we'll live like this until we die...
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99 Poems
Poesíaa compilation of poems that i've written. it may be about love, hate, regret or any other feelings you can feel in a lifetime. these poems are poems written by a non-proffessional poet so feel free to comment/fan/vote or critique my works. and just...
