There was a name for people so kind at times,yes that was my mamma and i believed in her lies. Stolen from me all i had had left,only a thought in her brain of me doung some meth. Misunderstood the relationship we had,
Only lies that were told,on her side was my dad. Listen to methese words iwrite about,
Why continue to fault me and leave me in doubt. I was a great mo,mosttimes i was told,when she came with those court papers i thought that was so bold. I cannot believe how she tricked me that way,so shocked and disturbed,so full of anger and hate. I despised her taunting lil fake act,to pull something so low to not even look back. I cried so many nights wanting to die,praying to God to tired to try. Im a failure its true,so why bother to succeed,disturbing to imagine but to live around her i need to smoke weed. Im nothing now as if i was something before,not proud of my life becoming a whore. I needed a friend,to trust who was on my side,i trusted everyone so dumb and so blind. Too weak to go on and too strong too give in my lifes a disappointment and its making me sick......
Copyright © Elizabeth Worman osley | Year Posted 2019