Thoughts

poem on how I feel about home

Scream my name

Grit your teeth

Spit your words right at me

I've grown cold to any hurt

Your words go right through me

Respect is gone

along with the rest of your life

My freedom starts from here

Beat me down

Grab my throat

Throw your fist right at me

I've become older 

I'm now wiser

Than to listen to your "thoughts"

I won't shed a tear for you

My freedom starts from here

Kick me to the curb

Tell me to leave

That's what I've wanted

Don't you see?

I've grown cold to any hurt

You can not damage me any longer

My care for you is gone

along with everyone else

My freedom starts from here

Author's Note

don't mind grammar, I would like to know how you think of this, I just put it together!

Reviews

[Justin]

you paint a picture with your words another great poem

[Kaylee]

Thank you so much!

[Justin]

you are welcome!