BreOnna Schneck Poems

Why do people do the things they do?
Why do we act the way we do?
Is there a reason?
If so, then what is it?
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I am alone,
Alone in a burning world.
Can’t anyone hear my cry?
Won’t someone rescue me from this pain?
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Here it is, yet again.
Just like the year before, and the one before that.
Everything is the same.
Valentines Day, the fourteenth of February.
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My mother isn't like all mothers.
She lives in a big city while I live in the country about a half hour away.
Another mother lives with me along with my brother.
The city mother is going to college while I'm still in high school.
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Who should I call 'Mom'?
Who deserves that name?
Does it really matter?
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