Mother

Mother

A Poem by LynLee

Mother

 

Why must you yell?

Why must you be mad?

I said I don't want to go,

yet you force it.

Now you say I can stay?

I see the anger in your eyes,

as I step out of the car.

You tell me to get out your sight.

I walk in the house as I hear you leave.

 

I walk into my room,

and have a call from you.

I answer.

How stupid of me.

You tell me, "No more flute.

No more competitions."

What else could she take away from me.

 

I tell her,

"I don't care about the competitions,"

They were important to me,

but not like flute is.

", but I love flute! I want to stay with it!"

Please!"

She has been ruining my life.

Always fighting,

always yelling.

"All I have to do is put a roof over your head,

and feed you."

Then she hangs up.

I sit there,

on the floor of my room.

"You should be a loving mother too."

I whisper out of my tears.

© 2010 LynLee


Author's Note

LynLee
Hey guys, thanks for being concerned. My mother can get very stressful and when i put an attitude into it, it doesn't make anything better. This fight was partly my fault. But thanks for helping me and please know that my mother has NEVER done ANYTHING that would truly want me to leave and be on my own.
I love you mom.

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That's... really depressing.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Im sorry to say but my moter is the exact oppiosite of that and I know I could count on her for anything so I cant quite put myself in your shoes but It was an ok read there was obiusoly alot of emotian put into it - please excuse my spelling im really sorry

Posted 13 Years Ago


I totally understand. I used to be in the same situation. I'm so sorry. I would call the police and explain to them how you feel. It may be hard but you need to change you're situation. As for the poem. I thought it was to "I did this, I did that." Try to put more feeling and keep the flow better. I am sorry about your mother.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I'm so sorry LynLee.... My relationship with my mother was exactly like that. Oftentimes, worse. Find someone you can confide in and talk to about everything and if it EVER turns physical you leave immediately. If you ever want to talk, please feel free to send me a message. I've been there. (hugs) Hope it gets better, love.



Posted 13 Years Ago



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