If slamming your head against a wall could knock memories out, I wouldn't remember anything from the last two years. Would be nice, now that I think about it.

Stop it!

jesus, there's a time and a place

but you're just drifting along,

pretending that you care

but it hurts more

when you don't acknowledge the fact

that you can pretend all you want

to be my mother

but I raised myself.

don't tell me that's not true, 

you know it is.

i'm just so angry, 

because you have no right 

no right at all

to act like you're better than me.

i used to want a mother.

now I just want you to leave me the fuck alone.

The End

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