
This is a poem basically talks a bit about what my family does to me and how I feel.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Family - Words: 161 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 2 - Published: 09-22-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3060155
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It's Not OK
I cry these tears
Because of you.
Because my actions make you feel righteous in this feud.
I'm sorry I screw things up.
I'm sorry I can't do anything right.
It hurts me to the point where I can't sleep at night.
You yell and you ground me.
Sometimes you hit me
But I try not to let you break me.
Am I really so wrong in the things I do?
Are you really so right, never needing a clue?
Am I really the despicable version of you?
You don't know how hard I try
To not screw up
And not to lie.
I love you, Daddy.
Mommy, I love you, too.
I love my whole family, so know its true.
Over time, I have grown up
And learned something on the way
So now I have something to say.
Though you all love me
You tried to break me and change me
And that is not ok.
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