Believe me when I say that mothers know best, 

now I'm homeless and pregnant with very little rest. 

She yelled "Stay in school. He's nothing but trouble", 

but I was inside my love-filled bubble. 

That bubble burst when reality hit me.

He left nothing but a crumbled note and the doorkey. 

Next the landlord had no monthly rent, 

and I didn't have a single cent.

I was forced to leave all my belongings behind.

I wouldn't have cared or paid any mind.  

 But the voice on the radio informs of a storm, 

"Stay inside folks, and try to stay warm."

But what about me? I have no home?

No family to run to, just left out to roam.

Do I stay outside and wait it out?

Or do I ask "Why me?" in a tiresome shout? 

My lesson was learned way too late,

I played the sick game of 'Choose Your Own Fate'.

So believe me when I say that mothers know best,

or you'll take a nice try at life's twisted test.