I wrote this piece some time ago about my struggles and feelings towards my mother, I hope you like it.
A circle of isolated feelings,
Like a mother disowning with no meanings.
See I can't win,
But I can lose.
To know what its like,
Just step in my shoes.
I'm sick of lies,
I'm so confused.
But one thing I know is,
I'm sick of you.
The things you've done,
The words you've said.
Where's your feelings?
Are they dead?
I'm so withdrawn from my surroundings,
I can't communicate,
Isn't that astounding?
Don't you see what you have done?
Your anxious girl,
Has lost her mum.
- C J Latham
To emphasize the sincerity of an opinion or a feeling.
About the Creator
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''I'm the author of my life''.
My pen contains my feelings. Just one press, I let go. Flooding pages and pages off paper with a black ink known as emotions.
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