Queen of My Hell

Queen of My Hell

A 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
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Caustic_Dystopia
Caustic_Dystopia

Redmond, OR



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Female, 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..

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