shouting.....arguements....rows......
why does she thrive on unhappiness
she seems to love the tension she causes
leading on to emptiness
i cant stand her....
im ashamed of her
my own mother
the hatred iv gained for her
she sickens me
dont want her near me
she touches me
it just repulses me
why does she enjoy it the tears the anger
im scared of her
want her scrubbed out my life....
wheres the eraser
she fills me life
with nothing but sadness
makes me feel low
feels like im heading to madness
cant explain to people
the feelings she gives me
hate....anger....coldness... bitterness
thats all i feel each day
shes not my mother
she a stranger
who's the monster she turned into
wheres the mum i remember
when i was a kid
took me to the park
and sang me to sleep
when i was scared of the dark
do i want her back
or has she cut too deep
fucked up my head
gave me memories i dont wish to keep
i want to release...
just let it all go...
but everytime i try
the plan falls down like dominoes
i cant talk to strangers
i can only talk to friends
i try to get 'fixed'
keep running into dead ends
first steps councilling
so i keep getting told
it aint that easy tho
im just constant low..
dont know how to end this
no more to say
this will never end....
till she goes away.
16th June 2007
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Jade Your poem is dripping with deep pain. Ive known people who do the damage you speak of, Ive seen the enemy up close, scary people. Someday a beautiful flower garden will grow in that place of pain. The pain will be the fertilizer, you'll see. Junior Pocoloco