Am I Ever Going To Be Better Mummy? Poem by Dan Brown
Am I Ever Going To Be Better Mummy?
It hurts inside Mummy.
But I don’t know where.
I think it hurts all over Mummy.
Even in my hair.
The ogres of my life eat me
from the inside out. Devouring me and
tearing me apart.
I don’t know how they expect to heal this heart.
Why do I feel so sad Mummy?
So sad and tired and upset?
Why aren’t you making me better Mummy?
Don’t you know what’s wrong yet?
My heart shrieks in pain, as the thunder
rumbling in my mind threatens to
rip it to shreds.
The power controlling me, only more fed.
Am I going to die Mummy?
Am I going to the sky to be tall?
Am I ever going to be better Mummy?
Ever, ever at all?
tear tear i swear you are setting out to make people cry. I want you to explain this one to me later on.
Wow, this is slightly disturbing, but there is talent in it. It reminds me of how children seem to view the world differently than adults.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/17/2024 7:31:11 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Dan Dan I don't know what to say! ! I'm cryin' over here! ! It eccos my heart....It's disturbing and moving and scarey and wonderful all at once! ! . xx