05/18/23
~7:48 pm
What is wrong with me?
What is wrong with you?
I allowed myself to be
your personal punching bag
yet again
And here I am a mess
That you've made
Tailored just for you
To pile all your crap on top of
Everything little thing that you do
To me
To me you are a monster
A tyrant
The person I run from in my dreams
You punch
You poke
You scream
And yelling
And push your problems onto me
To you I am perfect
But just not enough
I reflect you so well
When I can't call your bluff
Mother do you love me
Do you really love me?
Why do you wanna see me sad
Do you insist on making me angry?
You attach what you hate
How'd I end up in this place-
With your face?
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Metaphors from Mars (Poetry)
PoetryMars: a symbol of conflict, desire, and passion Disclaimer: This "collection" is an archive of poetry and various ramblings from my teenage years. All poems were written between 2016-2024. Please enjoy the thoughts from last 8 years of my life.
