DISPOSABLE CHILD
you are the disposable child.
it was meant as a joke,
but that didn't mean it hurts any less.
is it because you're capricious and a little too wild?
that you're one step away from being a burnout?
and that you failed one test?
don't you want to know the reason why you're the disposable child?
and why your father didn't look like he was joking?
( a short vent poem because everything is going to hell again and now i can't keep up and honestly i just ugh.)
YOU ARE READING
caprice skies
Poetrythe impulse of my thoughts, glowing againts the blanket of stars. [lowercase intended; thoughts in the form of poetry]
