I Don't Really Know

Yep :D

I'm not going to lie, 

I'm really confused. 

I've been hurt before,

Beat down and used. 

But I can't help but believe, 

What you begin to deceive 

And play with my head,

Until I wished I was dead. 

You tell me things,

Sickeningly sweet fibs, 

And with broken wings, 

I'm beginning to slip.

Off the face of the Earth, 

No emotion, no girth 

I wonder just why,

You tell me such lies? 

The truth hurts.

So tell me now, Mother,

Was I a bother?

Reviews

[James Johnson]

awesome poem :) i sort of know what you mean. i have some issues with my mom as well