Dear Mother

you constrict me
everything i do
must be criticised
you dont like it
so i cant do it
i try to explain
i get shouted at
the air around
me feels like
an iron cage
little snipes
small comments
build up inside
i try to express
myself i get
punished by you
your vice like grip
squeezes my soul
tears burst from
my heart
and i wish
i was free
i wish you were gone

~i wish i could just be me~



Poetry by The Metallica Warrior
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Written on 2010-10-03 at 17:07

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jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
we mostly all feel this at some point.
this will pass most likely.
nicely constructed.
2010-10-03