Harsh By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
I never knew how harsh and raw
We could be when our words are nothing
But screams and shouts every now and then
Saying things you don't mean to them
Still tonight I found out the worst
Through my tears and his yells of rage
I don't make him happy, apparently
The most I do is drive him crazy...
I get in the way, I'm just a baby
Not his baby, but one who's just immature
And why, you ask, am I only accused?
Honestly I don't know, maybe he's just amused
Though I have done everything in my small power
To give him everything he has ever desired
He's somehow unhappy, and I couldn't see
How good am I really, to him and to me?
I cry alone every night when he sleeps
Hoping he won't stir so he can wake up refreshed
I can't wrap my head around what I've done wrong
To make him unhappy, and almost wish I was gone
He yells and he shouts, he kicks me to the side
Tells me to grow up quick, before he makes a choice
Of "showing me how bitches ought to be treated"
And all I can do is look past him, defeated
I never know what I do wrong
He says I have an attitude problem
But he doesn't understand that all I've ever wanted
Has instead left him angry, and myself utterly haunted
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