What happens if she doesn't ever accept me?
Every morning she spits her horrid spite
Shunning me with every bit of her disapproval.
I'm dirty an broken, unlovable an deeply scarred,
She repeats it over until I'm weak an shaking...
Further she's pushing me as I'm made to realise
Just what it truly is I am;
A mistake within time, a fuck up since childhood,
Everything I caused upon myself
No right to ever complain or open my pathetic mouth.
She's told me what I need to do,
But I'm always a failure an sadly still here...
~ Please dont jump to assumptions about this poem, read between the lines, its not the most obvious meaning you would think. If you want to know just ask. But look between the lines...~
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Wandering Fields
Poetry∞ Third addition to my poetry books ∞ Amazing cover created by, @WhiteMixedWithBlack, without her, I wouldnt be here writting this book. I wouldn't be the strong person I am today. She is the most amazing support anyone can ask for. Thank you Missy...
