I can’t trust my mom
Sad but true.
A game of telephone,
Played through my family.
Everyone knows everything about each other
It’s a disease that runs through my blood
My mom being the one to start this foul game
Tell her one thing,
Then hearing another asking about it.
No matter how small,
Or big.
How personal,
Or confidential.
“You came out to me? Guess I have to tell your aunt!”
“You told me something deeply personal? Oh my cousin HAS to know about this!”
She’s like a sick 7th grade girl reporting to her ring master
Her mouth runs like water in waterfalls
Can’t be slowed unless a dam is built
I say all these things,
Yet I’m part of the problem.
I’ve got this gene from my mother
Sad but true
My mouth runs like the waterfalls,
Gossip and stupid conversations
But I am different in a way.
I don’t tell people’s secrets
The ones told in confidence
I keep personal information stored in the back of my brain
Only talking about it with the respected individual
There’s a difference,
Yet so similar.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
My Poetry
PuisiMost of this is sad, any TW will be at the start of them I'm a 16 y/o just wanting to share some of my poetry with people other than my friends :] (Also feel free to comment any tips and how I could improve on my writing!)
