ill do anything to make myself feel happy again,
cause you scarred me the day you layed a hand on me,
now coming from a mother please tell me why?,
why is it that you have to do this to me? huh?
okay yea I’m not that perfect girl and I’m sorry but overtime i somehow tried to fake it and smile through the day when i could be having my worst,
but once again you would never even know,
your supposed to be my best friend but how can i call you that if all you do is bring me down,
and it hurts to say this yea but tell me one thing,
does it hurt when you hit me? and all i do is try to talk things out,
but i mean i guess thats why i keep things to myself cause the person id always come running to was always to busy on the phone or the tv,
giving me those eyes for interrupting when id try to talk to you,
so how can i put trust into someone?
come on momma i didn’t ask to be this way,
but you just made me this way,
i never meant to be this girl,
but how can i change now its too late,
damn what a bummer shedding some tears right now,
sorry for hating you but how can i love someone who makes me feel shitty as fuck?
you know why i don’t trust no soul,
cause even my own mother believed everyone before her own kids,
so to call you a mom, nah its to late for that shit
- Author: melisa alpizar ( Offline)
- Published: January 3rd, 2016 20:03
- Comment from author about the poem: 10/30/15 12:02AM
- Category: Family
- Views: 33
Comments1
I haven't spoken to my mother in 17 years, and it can stay that way, I went through some shit. nice constructive was to put it out.
thank you
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