Sometimes she scares me.
"Mommy stop it.."
I don't trust her.
She don't trust me.
It will always be this way. She won't change.
Don't talk to me Mom. Because you say you love me only if I do well.
You yell at me with a vicious fist.
So I am afraid of you. Don't come near me. Cause I don't ever want you to be close.
Mom. I feel nuetral toward you. I don't love you. I don't like you.
Stay away from me Mother.
I want to get out of this house. So I don't have to see you anymore.
Listen to your awful voice. Or.
Your glaring eyes and hoarse tone.
Mother. I don't consider you one.
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