My mother,
A woman meant to help me through tears,
Right?
She isn't meant to cause them.
I wished she'd be there to wipe them away telling me everything would be okay.
But she's in the other room watching TV as I cover my mouth to stop my sobs from escaping.
My best friends mom however,
She tells me it'll be okay.
She reassures me.
She wipes my tears.
She hugs me with loving arms.
Mom?
Why can't you be her?
What did I do to you?
YOU ARE READING
My Poetry
PoetryMost 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!)
