Hey mom!
You call me a liar, a psycho,
We shout at each other- I hear an echo.
We get along fine when I’m in PA,
Far, far away.
But at home we are enemies, rival soldiers on a field.
Some times you even lose it, slap me. I curl my body to shield.
Nothing seems to be able to take away my pain.
So I cry so hard, micro-organisms think it’s rain.
Hey mom, I know I’m not perfect.
Neither are you.
But what happened to our friendship?
What happened to our fun trips?
I don’t think things between us will ever be the same,
But I know for sure, that one of us is to blame.
My eyes are puffy, face is red,
I’m laying, crying, on my bed.
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Wow that was terrible. The first thing I've written in over 3 months.
So, please comment I guess...
Written September 6th, 2006
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At least you can remember the fun times, even if they don't exsist now. Some can't.
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sorry to hear things are this way for you....this write was a great way to release your feelings...keep it up! hope things get better soon!!
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harvisting a lot of hate in this ..i can relate with my mom
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