I never do what you say
but in the end
the scars are my pay
I thought you were my friend
But the only thing we have in common
is that our DNA matches
you hit, I scream
waking the neighbors
& throwing whip cream
at each other face
I know I am supposed to do my part
but you know I could be replaced
Why do all the fights start
according to my dad
your husband
we are a 'family'
but too bad so sad
because we'll never be happy
Now your crying in the bathroom
thinking I can't hear
even though I am not there
I can see every tear
I am sorry that I am a dissappointment
but your no angel either
maybe we'll forgive and forget
or live and regret
sorry I'm such a dissappointment
but so are you
Dedicated to All Mothers
Oh, so hurtful.... so opened you were to write this poem....it; s better that you have let it out... It's very beautiful, the imagery is great! Great job! Elya Thorn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Again, the honesty...nothing brings the emotion and the pain but youthful honesty