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I don't know how I got this bad A depressed mother A chauvinist dad I want to run away and start a new life To be someone's soulmate To be someone's wife I cannot cross my dad He raises his hand Going against him is domestically banned And all this while I stand broken An emotional mess and not well-spoken But I'm told I victimize- Myself, and then I'm criticized So be my guest and judge me mate But help me out before it's too late I am looking for happiness and that is all I would let love be my biggest fall
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Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 11:02 PM UTC
My Personal Hell
I don't know how I got this bad A depressed mother A chauvinist dad I want to run away and start a new life To be someone's soulmate To be someone's wife I cannot cross my dad He raises his hand Going against him is domestically banned And all this while I stand broken An emotional mess and not well-spoken But I'm told I victimize- Myself, and then I'm criticized So be my guest and judge me mate But help me out before it's too late I am looking for happiness and that is all I would let love be my biggest fall
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Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 11:02 PM UTC
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