A/N- I hate feeling this way qbout my Mom. Im not sure how I feel about this piece. Rhyming Schemes are usually not my thing, I prefer the freedom of a freeverse poem. Anyway, all Criticism, and comments are welcomed and greatly appreciated. I promise I will return the favor generously. Oh and Em, if you see this. Im not going anywhere love. I aim to be just another proven constant in your life, so get used to it. ily.

"Red"

Mommy I failed you, I’m sorry, I’m wrong,

I shall pay for this sin before I am gone.

Ill write my X’s in the shade of the denim,

My blade my pen, and truth my venom.

You keep grading, oh teacher of mine,

Scrawling red nothings, throw me a line,

Of “I’m Sorry”, or “you’ll get better”,

When you and I both know this disease is forever.

For it sprouts in my heart, and grows in my mind,

Solace evades me,and peace I shall not find.

Yet you keep a pen, a pen that is green,

In hopes that I’ll find my potential, or perhaps a different scene,

You pray that I’ll find her face lost in translation.

You say I can survive the world in lonely desolation.

Yet I know I cannot, or yet live alone,

I need a safety, a place to call home,

But I hate this feeling, of life ever failing,

It makes me dizzy, it keeps me ailing.

Still, theres that pen of green sat high on your shelf,

It begs me continuously to question myself,

You keep it ever higher,set over my head,

While my paper’s below it; splattered in red.