Good Bye, Mother
I love my mommy
she hugs me when I am sad,
tickles me until I laugh.
You look like your dad,
she wears an expression I cannot understand,
did you ever love daddy?
No.
She walks out the door again,
I do not know when she will be back.
Her brown eyes, from her mom,
surrounded by a glossy red.
My hazel eyes, from my dad,
sleeked with tears.
You promised to be there.
Her breath reeks of booze
as she snickers and picks up another can.
Years pass, I have become acquainted
to the chagrin of my sporadic mother.
I no longer cry.
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Just Another Poetry Book
PoetrySo my therapist thinks I'm getting depressed again, to be honest I thought I was doing okay. I hadn't cried for awhile or anything, but apparently I'm still showing classic signs of depression. Isolation, not eating, sleeping a lot, not having inter...
