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I thought when I become 21 years old I was in charge of me.
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mom's poems I thought when I become 21 years old I was in charge of me.
I thought when I become 21 years old
I was in charge of me I thought I could
Be my own person. Say what I wanted to
Say. So much for that theory mom proved
Me so wrong with
the lecture she gave me. I
Realize she hurts probably more then
Anybody. But she doesn’t have to yell
At me. All I was trying to do is explain
Some things. What I don’t understand is
How she can go from mad one minute
To happy the next? I know she has a lot
On her everyday
and believe me I wish I
Wash it all away. She tells people I don’t love
Her I wish she were dead just hurtful comments
Of that nature that seem to
melt my heart into pieces with every hateful
Comment she makes
but I love her anyway!
Sept 27th 2006
