My first memory is you hunting me down
Catching me, throwing me onto the ground,
Sit atop of me, pin my arms to my sides, yell and scream as if I'm deaf
Slap, slap and slap me again, right and left
I didn't scream, only stared, never cried
I was maybe five
I think I'm fat most times I look in the mirror, don't like how I look, like almost any teen
Can't help but remember you told me I looked pregnant at only thirteen
Feel like a failure, scared of starting homework, might be too much for me, you see?
Like when you used to yell at me for it in elementary, until the tears ran free
Dreamer, delusional, never listens, you always tried to put a stop to it
Threw one after another fit
Some months ago you bought me a sign saying I enjoy escaping reality
Your idea of an apology
And while you couldn't have chosen more accuratly
I hide it under my bed like a kid
Because without hearing your harsh words I can never look at it
Can't count the times I screamed "I hate you" into my pillow
My childhood tears could've helped grow a willow
Lied to you only to avoid punishment
Hid for years in my room to escape your hand
I know you were sick and overwhelmed by me
I know I was a strange kid who angered you easily
We've both grown older over the years
And now like then I hide my tears
Because you don't understand and that's fine
We never really figured out where to draw the line
You say I fault you for everything, I probably do
Doesn't mean it was always all bad, mind you
Most days by now, we get along
And still I know once I'm gone, I'll rarely come home
Will have grown too strong
To be opressed in your dome
Despite all, when I say this it's nothing but true
Forgiven, not forgotten but
Mom, I love you
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryI'm not good at writing poems. I also don't like writing poems. For unknown reasons I write poems from time to time. Without anyone forcing me to, I might have to add. Well, most times... *glares hatefully at her english teacher* If you want to read...
