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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