Mommy, why do I feel so sad?
It feels as though,
even when happiness is at my reach,
it isn't attainable.
Mommy, why am I such a fuck up?
It feels as though,
even when those medals are at my reach,
success is never achieved.
Mommy, why do I make you mad?
What seems to be all my fault,
even when it doesn't make sense,
is really your doing.
Mommy, what have I done?
It feels as though the world is against me in every way possible,
and it cuts deeper than any knife at hand.
Mommy, what has happened to me?
What was once a joyful girl,
always bringing happiness to others,
has made you cry so many times already.
Mommy, help.
My head is clouded,
nothing makes sense anymore,
and all I wish to be is numb from this feeling:
The one that makes feel as the worst daughter ever.
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𝗣𝗼𝗲𝘁 𝗠𝗲 𝗔 𝗣𝗼𝗲𝗺
Poetrya collection of letters, poems, and short stories from deep within, a little addiction with it too; welcome to the emotions of the awkward teenage time we all once had.
