Living in your own house being constantly reminded what a piece of dirt you are, sucks. I hate feeling like an item than a daughter. I feel like i'm a robot that has been programed to fail in my own house. Every moment is like a fight for survival. I was told that god doesn't hand you a deck of cards you can't play.....but i really can't play this hand no more. My mind is getting whiplash from my thoughts, I love her because she's my mother, But I have more hate than love for her. I wonder… Continue
Hey guys im going to be posting a whole bunch of poems on here. Each year my school makes a book with a poem from each student(we have roughly around 4,000 kids). and I need help for which one to put in.
I Stop To think and Wonder
I wonder where are you?
Where’s the one who loved me?
Where’s the one who cared for…