Alot of my wrightings are about my parents... This is one of them.

To you...

Drinking wine in the sun and talking about life.

Do you miss it mom?

Am I turning into you?

Escaping my responsebileties.

Escaping from my everyday life.

Do you know how I cope?

Do you wanna know how I cope?

Do you even care mom?

Have I inherited your carelessness?

Eighter your in or your out.

There's nothing in between.

I'm fucked up enough as it is.

Afraid of relationships and ending up hurting innocent people.

Never trusting anyone. Not even myself...

Am I supposed to be proud of you?

For packing your bags and leaving your kids?

How can I be when you're not proud of the things I have accomplished in life?

How can I be proud of myself?

Why do you keep putting me down mom?

Why am I never good enough?

Well, I'll tell you something:

I am good enough! I'm too good for you!

So in other words, your out mom!!

Poetry by gie
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Written on 2007-02-05 at 11:29

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