"Your mother is so nice!"
People say.
I tell them that they know nothing.
She is a vengeful monster.
They simply laugh
"You're probably just exagerating!" They add.
There is only one person, outside of my family, that knows the truth.
Because she has dealt with it too.
Not allowed to cry, she can barely contain it.
So nice on the outside, so friendly, you'd never know
something's amiss.
She looks so privledged.
Her house so nice.
But her truth is hidden deep down.
Covered in her heart,
Under ice.
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My Random Thoughts
Poetrycompletely random things going on in my life that i need to express - mostly in poetry form (I'm slowly editing and adding poems. I made a majority of these when I was in middle school and had no clue what I was doing. Sorry for that.)
