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[sid] => 42356
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Mother
[time] => 2004-04-08 16:52:00
[hometext] => This poem is basically about my mother, and since its under angry poetry its pretty much self-explanatory. Enjoy. Comments appreciated.
[bodytext] => You are the only one that causes this pain, You are the only one that makes me feel this way. Everything you say is an insult towards me, It always ends up with me crying on my knees. I am always the brunt of your anger, And your bad days, In your eyes I cannot do anything right, I am to feel nothing but shame. The only thing I ever do around you is fear, And the only thing I know is to cry, It's always my fault no matter what, You are the one that makes me want to commit suicide. I hate the way you treat me, I hate the way you put me down, I hate the way talk to me, Under your feet I am the ground. You make me feel like *****, Thats all you ever do, Why don't you act like a real mother, Then maybe I can actually love you. No, love is something you earn, And quite frankly you'll never deserve, Because I am actually a blessing in your life, But instead though of by a curse. You couldn't make it without me, You wouldn't want to live, You would have no where to turn, Your own grave you would have to dig. Now I understand why I am this way, Its all because of you, Thank you very much, For all the ***** you put me through. Its crazy how I take it all, Even with a grain of salt, Because I try too hard to be the best for you, Bash my head into the asphalt! I can't take it no more, I'm at the end of my rope, This is getting out of hand, This life is just a sickening joke! You'll regret it one day, When me you'll lose , And finally awake and realize, How bad I was abused. You'll be sorry, And act like me you adore, You'll want to start over, But whats sad is that I won't be there anymore. I'll have packed my things, My room will no longer have life, Then thats when it'll hit home, No longer having me to say goodnight. Don't worry though, like you could care, I'll find refuge somewhere other, Keeping myself away from you, Because of all this, I have only you to thank, mother. Heather Marie Hutchins [comments] => 2 [counter] => 217 [topic] => 6 [informant] => heddermarie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
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