This poem is about my mom never being able to understand me.

I’m not here to comfort you

i’m here to watch you die

all my hate and pain will die with you

from all the pressure of living up to you

All the things you said I could not do

I have done them all with out you

you have always passed jugement on me

without ever looking at the person you should be

Sometimes i wish you could see

just how bad you hurt me

not one kind word,not one full hug

i remember when I was your geiterbug

all this from then to that

when did I become your spoiled brat

Now I see you on this bed

and it how i prayed for it to end

all the things i came to say

the only thing that can be said

is mom don’t die,stay with me instead

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  • Sam on Mar 14, 2009

    I like this a lot. It’s very intense. I was sad to see the end…

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