Life is world war three...

I begin to think

my life was a mistake

it just does not

listen...

I seem to have

one or the other

never in between

and I hate it

for that...

It purposely avoids

what I want most

being loved

adored...

But my life can't give me that

can't let my family be happy

for me

someone has to hate someone

whether it's my dad

or my fiance...

It hurts to accept

that my life

is world war three...

Author's Note

I wish I can explain it better how I'm feeling right now. But I just cant. If I could, it wouldn't be much a poem, more of a bundle words.

Reviews

[SpokenWord]

When writing from the soul no words of explanation is required. Your words paint the world and we get to view inside like looking through a window. Life is always holding back it allows us to work towards something at least those things in our control. People will get mad at each other for real and silly reasons, but hopefully you two keep focused on each other and your child. That is most important, let them be mad enjoy each other. I hope you feel better!