Why Bother?

Another poem inspired by my darling mum...

How can he sit there,
And joke with me?
While he’s ripping apart,
Another try for a family?
Yes, we were already broken,
Probably beyond repair,
But he’s sealed the deal,
And she doesn’t even care!

She’s hurt me, I know,
Yet, she’s still my mother,
I’ll never forgive her,
For what she does to me and not my brother.
I know I’m not good enough,
We’ve seen that much true,
But to her,
I don’t have anything to prove.

I’m sure he is nice,
This new guy of yours,
But I’ve been there, done that,
So him I’ll abhor.
You’ve never understood,
Just what my problem is,
The truth happens to be,
You treat life like show biz.

You are my mother,
Who betrayed my father,
And married your lover,
But divorced number two,
And hey, Rich, now she’s stuck with you.

Author's Note

Honestly, I'm so sick of our fighting. I don't know why I bother trying to be the good child. That's perfect little Nicky. I'll always be number three in my dad's eyes, number four in my papa's, and never get to the top anywhere else.

Reviews

[Steven Cash]

Good job writing

And sorry life seems to suck like that :(

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I love the honesty of your work:) great job.

-Cord

[Rhea752]

You're at the top in my eyes.

[Sophie]

I love this, so full of emotion. Really amazing.
I love you, Amanda