Toys

Your words hit me
and tears fall.
I silently curse them
and you.
Toys lay dieing
at my feet.
Ripped pages scatter
looking for shelter.
You yell, telling my faults
forgetting my fears.
I'm falling, blinking
trying to protect my pride.
"You are worthless.
You never listen."
No mother I do
hear your words.
The problem is I
can't turn away.
They slap me but
you can't see that.
They burn my eyes
and you walk away.
Please just listen to
me.
I'll tell you why
if you just shutup.
Let me be me
and work without your words. 

Reviews

[Rhea752]

that was so sad. my mom is like that. see what i do is just not do anything when she's around and pretend i like her. but inside i'm seething and when she says something hurtful i don't think she realizes how much it hurts. great poem. i can definitely connect with it and it has a great flow and vocabulary. :)

[Mazie Tackett]

abuse is wrong