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dear mother,
my mental health is not a spectator sport.

you do not get to tell me "you need to go to school to learn to be a decent person" when i am too depressed to get out of bed and then brag about my ACT score.
it is not your score. it is mine.

dear mother,
you do not get to tell me that you are sending me to a psychologist to "learn how to treat other people" and then ask me if i am okay. i am not okay.

dear mother,
you do not get to watch me hyperventilate under a bed on a school morning and get angry and then brag to your friends about my GPA. it is not your GPA. it is mine.

dear mother,
you do not get to scream at me for "upsetting your household" and order me to take easier classes and then brag to your friends that your daughter took 5 AP classes. yes, that is hard, but you made it harder.

dear mother,
you do not get to scold me when, yes, i stayed up all night but didn't finish my work but then brag to your friends about my success. it is not your success. it is mine.

dear mother,
you do not get to push me down and then comment on how wonderfully i got back up.

you do not get to cheer me in success and boo me in defeat. i am not a sports team, i am your daughter

dear mother,
you are not my mother. you are my fair-weather fan, and yes i am doing well now but i do not have time for autographs.

dear mother,
goodbye.
 Jun 2015 Realeboga M
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 Jun 2015 Realeboga M
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i will not burn for those who don't love me anymore.
i picked up my bags, i lit a match, and i slammed the door.
i keep singing and this is what comes out, please excuse my attempts at writing lyrics
 Jun 2015 Realeboga M
oni
i could ****
myself
or
my mind
but either way
i will be
dead
Women are so estranged to shades of reality, so strange so strange
Men allude their ugly words and turn the ignorant insane, insane insane
Blinding treasures lure ones to the extinct bliss
Climb into the blue garden and find another kiss
Crippling hope exile souls into melancholy purlieu
Guided by internal illusions awaiting is virtue
Echoes from the abyss dripping is some gloom
On the hour I wish for the prettiest bloom
The path viewed so radiant but the Shepard left too soon
Too soon too soon..
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