Their Rag doll!

Slice is two sword that slices my bread.

Words are what are inside of my head.

Stitches are what hold my mouth together.

Those are my parents who push me to the end of my tether!

 

These are the words that pour to the page.

People appreciate my writing no matter what age.

Not trying to be fake or something I'm not.

Grief is one thing I get given a lot.

 

I'm not very bright what my parents want me to be.

My grades are all they care about not really me.

Want me to go to all the top schools.

Follow in line obey all the rules.

 

Holding out hope is like a Phone line gone dead.

No word out my mouth will they listen to what I've said.

Writing in what I do best why can't it be.

One day they'll finally all see!

Reviews

[vandana]

A well written poem :)

[Denni]

i love this! its so honest and strait-forward about the hardships in life. people should be able to be whatever they want to be

[Domo]

I like this poem. It made a point, and a very valuable point. I feel what you mean with the words you have down in this poem. Great write, and keep iy up! ☺

[StoryTailor]

My parents are much the same at times. And the writing is overall pretty good. THough I must say something... rhyme is not everything. Sometimes the point gets across better when the writing doesn't rhyme.