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Mar 2018
Everyday isn’t the same
Because you change like the moon
But from someone who is meant to love me
From someone who now loathes me
I’m sorry

I look back at all the memories
Then I look back at all my mess
I wish you could see me the same
And not just see the shame
But I guess i’m on the plane
And I’m going insane
I messed up

I can see your dead smile
But I’m already dead inside
Broken and left in pieces
Because of what I did
I guess I deserve this
Because the issues comes back
Every time I blink
This is my fault

So now I’m now left to drown
Inside my own shame
I want him to say it’s: ‘okay’
But I’m likely to get a: ‘go away’
I’m sorry
This is poem is about how disappointed my parents are too me. This poem explains my feelings and how compunctious I am.
Mark McCormick
Written by
Mark McCormick  16/M/Portsmouth
(16/M/Portsmouth)   
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