Problems

Past times were brighter,
as bright as if I would turn on a lighter.
In the past I never had any trouble,
but now my problems are double.

I'll always try to make it through,
and if not, I'll ask my Dad what to do.
He'll know, he's living a full life,
even though he lost my Mom, his wife.

His girl is a b**** I don't like,
sometimes I just want to run away with a bike...
And sometimes it just seems hopeless,
of what to do I'm really clueless...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

My mom didn't pass away or anything, my parents divorced and that was really hard for me, that's why I wrote this poem.

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twisted_soul's picture

good message but i could be

good message but i could be worded better. great try but u will learn in time

GregMerry's picture

i'm not from an english

i'm not from an english talking country, that's why it's not as good as it could be :)