I Just Don't Feel At Home...

Poem a wrote a looooong time ago after getting into an argument with my mom. :c

I'm not arguing, mom! Stop yelling at me please I know how i am I don't take it with ease I cry every night while lying in bed hearing your words run through my head Are you not listening to your words instead? The things you say make me feel dead. If I said that to you, how would you feel? Would you cry and beg that Jesus would take the wheel or would you put them aside as the words of child and that nothing I say is worth while Don't lie and say that I'm not just like you 'Cause you know that I am but in strife you Tell me the way that I am, your daughter dear When you really should take a step back and look in the mirror I am your daughter And you're my mom but sometimes your words do slaughter the heart and chill the bones I'm sorry I'm not perfect. I just don't feel at home...

Author's Note

Sorry for the sad feelings.

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Seems more of a venting write... than a verse... but I see you point in the lines...not like you don't feel at home...just not in communication with your family member...I wonder if she has read this piece...

[Almea]

I suppose so. The argument was about my moving in with her and how everything was so different and my emotions were even out of place there. Needless to say, I moved back in with my dad. :c She hasn't read this piece. Honestly, I don't really want her to. I'm afraid it would just start another argument.