June 20, 2007
a poem for my mother
I want you to know what you’re like
I want you to see yourself in your rages and be horrified
I want you to cry and repent
I am frustrating and stressful;
You are a wild boar ready to pierce your tusks through my skin
When you talk I want to hit you
When you hug me I want to be sick
I ruin your life
I don’t feel bad about it
I want to wash my hands of you
But you stick to me like a leech
Sucking my blood until I don’t have the energy to fight back
I cause you unending trouble
I don’t care about your fucking headaches
Which occur at the most convenient times
When you are throwing your pathetic insults at me
I want to smash you to bits
And then take those bits
And burn them
What I’m trying to say here, mom, is simple;
Fuck you.
I want you to see yourself in your rages and be horrified
I want you to cry and repent
I am frustrating and stressful;
You are a wild boar ready to pierce your tusks through my skin
When you talk I want to hit you
When you hug me I want to be sick
I ruin your life
I don’t feel bad about it
I want to wash my hands of you
But you stick to me like a leech
Sucking my blood until I don’t have the energy to fight back
I cause you unending trouble
I don’t care about your fucking headaches
Which occur at the most convenient times
When you are throwing your pathetic insults at me
I want to smash you to bits
And then take those bits
And burn them
What I’m trying to say here, mom, is simple;
Fuck you.
Posted by Lost_Sanity on June 20, 2007 at 12:55 PM | Tickle My Fancy

