Mom Poem

Poem After a Fight With My Mom

I wrote this out of anger, I had just gotten into a fight with my mom. She makes me feel really bad about myself sometimes and I needed to have some sort of relief. so I decided to write, it always makes me feel better.

The Fall

© Autumn
I don't know why I bother to try;
even though I know, you'll never be satisfied.
I'm not what you want, &: I'm not what you need.
but you're twisting &: turning my reality.
I'm lost in the shuffle,
buried with my troubles.
you're killing my emotions, &: losing my trust.
&: you look at me with a sense of disgust.
this is my world, &: you are my fear.
I think things would be better, without you near.
I'm losing myself &: cowarding down to you.
you're words they are permanent to me, just like a tattoo.
you're always right behind me, pushing me way to far.
cut me open, see the pattern of my scars.
all these people that think they're so tough.
try-- being reminded that you're never good enough.
you're killing me slowly, &: I'm almost dead.
I imagine you smile as you drift off to bed.
this isn't right, this isn't fair.
it's nothing, I don't expect you to care.
I'll paint this world, with my list of regrets.
I'll burn this city with my ashes &: I'll forget
that you weren't there.
&: maybe I'll be saved from this horrid despair.
I know whose right &: I know whose wrong.
but you'll figure it out, once I'm finally gone


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Published: May 2011
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  1. Michael Submitted on Saturday, August 24, 2013

    You've really written the teens mind. Thumbs up.

  2. Jenifer Submitted on Monday, June 23, 2014

    Don't worry, even I go through that every day, she calls me using bad words and stuff, it's nice to know that I am not alone in this world. Please poems are the only things that makes me feel better, so please, please write more poems.

  3. Sydni Ward,Virginia Submitted on Tuesday, July 15, 2014

    I was always considered the black sheep in my family because I looked at the world differently, so I was judged. I was raised in a Christian home but I couldn't understand why you would worship something you never seen heard or had a conversation with. So I always questioned my faith and science because of course at the time I didn't understand a lot as a kid. Then as I got older I was still pretty arrogant until the end of third grade when my mom got divorced from my step dad. At that time I didn't care because I thought it wouldn't affect me much, but sadly I was wrong I had to grow up and help raise my two little brothers because she was training to become a cop, and she did. It put a lot of strain on me because we were always fighting and I soon became depressed. I felt worthless and stupid also a little ugly. I hated my life and I hated my mom and it never got better. So finally in the fifth grade I became suicidal from pain pills to box cutters yet I noticed my skin wouldn't cut no matter hard I tried. No matter how sharp my skin or wrists wouldn’t cut. Of course arrogantly I thought it was a sign there is a god and I’m not supposed to die because I have a purpose. Then in sixth grade I started puberty and I questioned everything. I started listening to heavy metal and my family made fun of me. Yes I still had those same problems but I had a friend that understood me. We hung out 24/7, at school; at my house. Still fight everyday to overcome bullying and so much more. Though I'm a kid I still live my life to stand up for the people I love, for the people who need a voice and for myself. People may judge me because I like different music or because I'm non-religious. But there was always a quote that got me through and was: When people hurt you over and over, think of them like sandpaper. They may scratch and hurt you a bit, in the end, you end polished and they end up useless.
    -Andy Beirsack

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