Not a poem but a letter i wrote to my mother...

Mother,

No one and I mean no one talked me into hating the things you’ve done and do. I’ve hated a lot of things but, as a child, I didn’t say anything. When I did speak my mind I was ignored. I use to tell you to leave him (my father) for your safety and happiness but, slowly my reasons changed. I started to worry about him hurting my little brother and sister. There have been so many times that when I was gone I worried about them. I stop caring about when he would grab you because he never took that chance of killing you, He doesn’t have a ‘demon’. He has an addiction and that is exactly how I know he won’t kill you because he knows what would happen to him. The first time he left and came back. I was 6 when he left the first time. I was nine when he came back. I was so happy that I acted as everything bad that he did, wasn’t bad. I saw him as a good dad, as a good person.  I don’t believe that now. No good dad leaves once. I believe people can change but, I don’t want to let him back in. He already left two times, I’m not making that mistake again of letting him back in. As for you mom, I don’t think I hate you, I just hate the things you do or don’t do. It kills me that you haven’t gotten Lil man and kt in school doing actual schoolwork also the fact that even though he threatened to hit me and you still went back to him. I don’t even care about him cheating on you anymore because it’s the same shit every fucking time. I have to let go of what you do and don’t is doing to me but, I can’t because I’m constantly reminded since I live with you.

 

This poem is about: 
My family

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