Disappointment Poem by Sydne Morris

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