This is no poem, this is no rhyme,
this is what I feel at this point in time.
I feel torn and I feel confused,
I feel as if I been mentaly abused.
I wish I had a mom and I wish I had a dad,
maybe if I had them I wouldn't feel so sad.
I wish I had a family and I wish I had a home,
maybe if I had them I wouldn't feel so alone.
Being alone is no fun,
being alone is like a summer with no sun.
Some wounds heal and some become scars,
some people are free and some behind bars.
My past has become a scar in my heart.
The scars remind me that my past is real,
they remind me that I still feel.
Some scars eventualy heal and dissapear,
but the one on my heart has yet to go anywhere.
I'm living in fear wondering if someone will ever care,
wishing and hoping my mother was still here.
untill then i'll keep sheding my tears.
Copyright © Amaris Vazquez | Year Posted 2005
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