Queen of My HellA Poem by Caustic_Dystopia
"Don't speak unless spoken to, don't have any sort of tone.
Do what I tell you, no independence will be shown. If you don't do it right, you're a useless waste of space I'm the queen, kiss my feet, and don't forget your place. I raised you, and fed you, put a roof over your head. You owe me your servitude, now do what I said. You're not allowed to be tired, worn down, and sore Now get up and do something; you're such a lazy w***e. I sit on my throne and pass judgment on you; Not doing a damn thing, but criticizing what you do." Insults, and degradation, are something you expect from most others But what do you do when the bully's your own mother? © 2016 Caustic_Dystopia |
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Added on June 10, 2016 Last Updated on June 10, 2016 Tags: Causticdystopia, poetry, queenofmyhell AuthorCaustic_DystopiaRedmond, ORAboutFemale, 26 been writing since I was 15. I prefer poetry, but I write short stories, too. Most of my poems are based off true events, or how I was feeling at the time it was written. more..Writing
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