Valerie McNally Poet Sonnet

My First Bully

I’m often told I am not good enough,
According to my mom, I do nothing right. 
She yells and insults and leaves in a huff.
Her cruel remarks, they haunt me at night. 

I’m told to do this, I’m told to do that
But i’m never asked “Val how was your day”
It’s alw’ys “Val, you’re a witch” “Val you’re a brat”
So, over time, my love for myself dec’ys. 

I don’t understand why she yells at me. 
She is my mother, that’s not what moms do
All parents yell but not to this degree. 
All parents get angry, but insults dont spew. 

My mom was the first bully in my life,
if she doesn’t show me kindn’ss, why should I?

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Jan Allison August 20, 2024 at 8:47 AM I can relate in so many ways, I was never good enough in my parent's eyes compared to my sister and was bullied at school - sadly even on here about my poop poetry style, but I try and ignore the trolls here. hugs jan x