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This is pretty deep.It captures a lot of those dark emotions you feel.
It sounds like youve been through a lot with her,maybe shes unawar of the pain she's caused.
Id sit down and tell her these things that bother you.Maybe even show her this poem.
I wouldnt show her the poem she might take that personly, but mrscobainx3s right it is pretty deep. O_O
Agreed,On second thought showing her the poem wouldnt be a good idea.
She might take it harshly.
I wouldnt show her the poem that a very deep poem good but deep plzz don't show her that poem!!
I just have say I think you are a very stong teen for go though all these thing in your life but like I said don't give your mama that poem even though she has put though a lot of thing she still love girl plzz take my advice...I have lots of friends woh went though things like this so plzz keep your head up high and love your self. keep your head up high girl!!
Wow. You need to work some things out. Several things. First, always check your spelling. Simple things like a misspelled word really makes the poem look bad. Next, I agree, do not show your mom this. This isn't really all that bad, pretty deep, but not bad. But, your mom would probably freak if you showed her that. Keep your head up through all that you're going through.
yo 4real that got to me deep I feel you on the mom thing I know exactly how you feel I went thru the same thing with my mom.its something that will always b with you 4 the rst of yo life never leaving you alone until you accept thr truth and face your fears






Is this a good poem?
hey this is kamari with another poem yesterday I coudnt sleep so I decided to write a poem about and the things I had to go through with my mom
Mommy Why?
I'll never quite understand
why you look down at your own right hand
why do you continuosly corner against the wall
the one whos was there through it all
you treat me like shi*...
like im garbage...im waiting for you to spit
your pleasure collects in the puddle of tears
I stream from my face the begging of affection built up over years
I lay in bed and listen to you bark
I'll neva c the light because you put me in the dark
you shut the eyes
that see you for you...I wish you would realize
I dont know y...but I love my abuser of meth
I love the one that dosent seem to love me back
does that make me the rose that grew from the crack
I care...but im giving up im living in despair and this game ...it just aint fair