Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2016
No one trusts me
I'm just their little daughter
Their little lying daughter

I once heard my mother call me a *******
It was through the wall while she was arguing with my father on the phone
Sometimes I think he might be the only one who likes me
I'm sorry that I'm a ******* mom
Astor
Written by
Astor  Intercourse PA
(Intercourse PA)   
323
   Light House, r l, ---, --- and ---
Please log in to view and add comments on poems