When I was young I looked up to you even though you didn't treat me right.
When you were drunk, I heard you come in and scream at night.
When I was alone and felt so empty, all you did was critisize me.
When I decided to be brave and stick up for myself all you did was beat me.
When I locked myself in my room and cryed not knowing if I would even be alive tomorrow,
You just laughed at my sorrow.
When I went to school and had to lie about all the bruises,
You just gave me more to have to explain.
When I finally came to my senses and turned you in,
I had to nter foster care and be alone once again.
When I called you 6 months later, you blames me and said I'm not your daughter.
When I called you one year later, you blamed me and said I can't be your daughter.
When I called you 2 years later, you said you were sorry.
When we hung up you called me back 5 minutes later and said I'm a peice of **** and it's all my fault.
Now you still just laugh at my sorrow.
2007-06-03
14:52:16
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