Fed Up
I GAVE EVERYTHING I POUR MY HEART AND SOUL INTO PEOPLE WHO DIDN'T DESERVE IT.
I AM ANGRY I AM HURT I AM DISGUSTED I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO OR WHAT TO SAY.
I'VE GIVEN MY ALL AND I CAN'T TO DO IT NO MORE I CAN'T CARRY THE LOAD ANYMORE.
I CAN'T TAKE THE HARSHNESS OF PEOPLE ANYMORE IT'S GIVING ME A RASH IT'S BLEEDING THROUGH MY SOUL.
AT THE END OF THE DAY I MUST LOOK OUT FOR ME AND MY WELL-BEING.
I WISH HEAVEN HAD A PHONE I WOULD CALL MY AUNT MARY SHE ALWAYS HAD SOMETHING POSITIVE TO SAY.
SHE WOULD ENCOURAGE ME SHE WOULD TELL ME SHE LOVED ME WHEN SHE TRANSITIONED I SAID TO MYSELF WHAT AM I GOING TO DO NOW.
I KNOW THAT WE ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO QUESTION GOD OR EVEN BE SELFISH TO SOMEONE WHO HAS BEEN SUFFERING.
OR EVEN MAMA BRENDA WHO WAS MY PRAYER WARRIOR I WISH I TOLD HER THAT I LOVED ONE LAST TIME.
LIFE SEEMS COLDER SINCE THEY LEFT I HAVE ONLY A FEW PEOPLE LEFT BUT NOW I MUST EXAMINE MY CIRCLE AND EVERYONE AROUND ME.
BUT I AM FED UP, DRAINED, OVERWHELMED WITH EVERYTHING AND EVERYBODY
Copyright © Quondreika Cheatham | Year Posted 2023
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