No drama little mammaA Poem by shylaDrama an hate filled words.
I lay in my bed,
With the words of hate in my head, You call me nasty names, I dare not play your games, My body is fine, You pushed me past the finish line, I wish you luck, But I hope you get hit in the face with a truck. © 2017 shyla |
StatsAuthorshylaPrescott , AZAboutI am under 18, I love writing and the thought of imagination becoming my best friend and reality being the black sheep of my life. When you didn't have a childhood its never to late. more..Writing
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