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Mommy Dearest
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Poetry Why do I sit here in the dark,
Wishing away all my pain?
You were given a babydoll,
So perfect and sweet,
A little girl to call your own.
But she's frustrated and doesn't know what to do,
And you hurt her because she doesn't understand.
You make her cry and then give her kisses.
You hurt her and coax the everlasting pain away.
You lost your babydoll somewhere.
Now she's lying in the gutter, all muddy and wet,
Unwanted and unloved.
I'm sitting here in the dark,
Wishing away the pain.
It's hard pretending that I'm happy.
it's perfect. the poem is so, there. you know it from expirence, as i do. close minded people who things tend to be parents who yell at you cuz they cant figure it out. you're poem portrays all of that. it's increadible.
I can relate to you on how hard it can be with parents. I'll be 18 soon, and my mother is still down my throat. I recently told her about me being bi, and now she has another reason to hate me. Sadly, I can't say it gets better as you get older, because sometimes it dosen't. Just try to ignore it, and remember you'll be 18 soon.
Michelle