It'll be okay I warn myself
I'll just sit here waiting
And waiting
Until the year passes
And my mother chooses her path
And I'm left wondering if I'm still wandering her mind
Or maybe I have fallen off her course
And became a flat character in her show stopping film
Where she makes headline and I'm the ad you need your glasses for.
YOU ARE READING
Poems I've learned to hate
PoetryEhhh im a sad dude who writes poems because his mom is a drug addict