My mom showed me just how narcissistic,
She can be when I just want her to listen.
I can't get over the fact she's moving with a guy she started kissing,
Say I'll be missed as she moves to Florida who'd I be missing?
My family doesn't care, if they did they would've been there,
They would've been fair and called me like they've been scared.
It's ok don't waste a single hair, just watch me as I glare.
But everyone just stares at the boy who belongs where?
I don't know where I belong, my grandma has me remembering her religious song,
My mom reminds me of everyone put together who's been in the wrong.
Dad ain't raise no sucker, broken English for a broken mother.
Broken heart and a broken brother, sister doesn't care she's got another.
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Letters To The Writer: Volume 1
PoetryJust me writing poems, can be sad, can be happy, matters about he day and what I'm writing about. This is really for me but if you like it a share, vote, comment would be much appreciated, thank you.
