Im escaping

    You trap me in a room,

   reeking of cheap perfume and old food.

You give me anything I want,

anything but love and freedom.

I say that I don't want your money,

and that I don't want your love.

You buy me more stuff,

but I don't want them any more.

You tell me I'm being selfish,

that you had to earn that money.

But I don't care about the money or the house,

I don't care for anything much now.

I'm turning into a monster,

a monster who has no feelings.

I don't want to be a monster,

I don't want to be you.

I've escaped and now im running,

im running to a place where money can't buy love.

Im running home,

im running to my home. 

Author's Note

i wrote this about my mothers house
when i visit her we do nothing and i feel like im traped forever till i go home to my dads house.
(i was inspired by bordem and the grim reaper,a member of this site,who gave me the idea)

Reviews

[Papercuts.Hate.You.Too]

SHUT UP ABBIE-KINS:D
YOU KNOW HOW EMOTIONAL I AM!!!!-cries- jkjk
you don't phaseme!:)
with lots of ninja love,
-Brookie U-da

[Jane Doe]

wow retard YOU KNOW YOUR A LOSER RIGHT? WELL I LIKE IT BUT YOUR STILL A LOSER C YA BIG SIS

[A]

This poem is really good. Home always makes a person feel better. :) It's sad though that you feel this way at your mom's house. But it's good that you have another place to go where you can be comfortable and feel as though you are loved. Great poem! :)

[Jae]

wow. Its kinda sad that you feel that way when you visit her.
but this is a very interesting and creative poem.
Good write

~Rem