Unspoken

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I've had a relapse. Things aren't going so well for my mother and me. It is a cycle that never seems to end.

Submitted: January 21, 2007

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She did it again

She hurt me once more

I cannot escape

I must face reality

She sits in the car

Yelling and yelling

Acting like screaming

Will get me to speak

She wants an "I'm sorry

I wasted your time

It won't happen again,"

But I refuse to give in to her

She feeds me words

That I cannot say

She is the dictator

And I am the rebel

Her words just keep coming

The anger,

The bitter cold,

The inconvenience for her

She attacks with a vengeance

As I sit and breathe deeply

Longing to escape

The weight of her presence

But I am stuck

Listening to her opinion

Of all of my flaws

Of the daughter she wishes she had

She fails to see

She cannot change me

No matter the pressure

I will be me

So I sit and breathe deeply

Letting her speak

Without understanding

Without knowing me

When I finally get out,

I run up the stairs

Shut myself in

Closing the door

I turn on the faucet

I feel the water hugging my body

I hear the sound of my empty tears

And everything else is left

Unspoken.


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