sharayah Hodson

Rookie - 0 Points (0ctober 22 1991 / Ogden Ut)

The Truth - Poem by sharayah Hodson

The truth is i dont know what to do. my mom is said to be doing well while she sits in a cell. my father who dont look at me is the one thats judging me. it hurts to see him look away when i am the one that will always pay. he doesnt realize that i'm crying and that he's the one making me die. he looks past me as if i'm gone and some times i wish i was alone for then he couldnt hurt me and i could just be me but for now i will put thy mask back on for this man i call dad.... now aint that sad.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 6, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, January 27, 2011

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