Unwashed hair, clothes too shoddy.
My mother can’t bear to see me alive,
Here I struggle to just survive.
With a child on the way I plead for forgiveness,
Feeling nothing but self loath and emptiness.
So sick and weary, no strength left to fight,
Their hateful words were so very right.
I look in the mirror, sob at what I see,
A lowlife who knows nothing of what they’ll be.
My child deserves more than I can give,
Someday I pray they have strength to forgive.
Lord I’m afraid of what the future will bring,
I never knew how bad so many words could sting.
Messages calling me a trashy
,Words undeniably difficult to ignore.
Growing bigger with each passing day,
I never meant for my life to be this way.
Lord I fear I’m losing my mentality,
But this I know is my sad reality.









This is well written and your flow is good. Keep it up. You'll be okay.
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