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Nov 2015
I grind my teeth
Your words left a sour taste
In my mouth
What am I suppose to do
When you're yelling at me?
So much belittling
So much I feel small
I can't take it anymore
I want to disappear
I unlock the door
And walk out into the night
So cold and I am scared
I keep walking
I have no clue where I am going
But any place is better where I'm at
I can't see in front of my face
I hear the sound of a dog barking
So I turn around and walk back home
Thoughts of getting my *** beat
Came across my mind
But at this point I didn't care
If only I had a place to go
I wouldn't have to run back home
With my tail between my legs
All because of being scared
And not knowing where I was going
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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