Eggshells Poem by Sydne Morris

'Yes Mom! '
'No Mom! '
'ok I'll do that.'

Talk to her sweetly
like your not mad as hell at her
I always tell my self
that is the only way you can talk to her

My mom is a powerful person
loving but deadly strict
She's the devil wearing prada
when she's angry

Ever since that phone call
I've been walking on eggshells
whenever I am around her
she's a moving time bomb
just waiting for the right moment
to explode
sometimes I wish
I could disappear
from my own home
and appear in Paradise
However, I did this damage
completely myself
no one to blame but me

I said too much to the wrong person
I thought she was good christian
not a back-stabbing liar
So now I am paying for my
naive mistakes

Until my mother becomes sane again
hoping they won't break
watching every word I say
and everything I do
'Yes Mom'
'Yeah yeah, ok mom'
just walking on eggshells
everywhere I go