My Mother

by Lauren
(England)

Forever there,
with your watchful stare,
Watching me make mistakes,
Never afraid to criticise my actions.

Talking about my mistakes,
Laughing at them,
Making me feel worthless,
Why?

And then, my dearest mother,
You favour my lovely brother,
Always pointing out how great he truly is,
And how much I'll never be him.

You probably don't realise how much it hurts,
But please,
Don't be afraid to kill me a little inside,
With each criticism.

Always saying *don't talk to me like that"
Why not?
You talk about me behind my back...

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Jul 27, 2012
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Dear Lauren
by: Rachel

Wow I have to agree with your other comment. This poem is Powerful and is clearly something you can very much relate too. Your poems really do get better and better Lauren. I hope you write more, but not just this year but over your whole life. Keep writing the fantastic poems.

Your fellow poet writer

-Rachel

Jul 04, 2012
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Thanks, I think...
by: Lauren

Hi James, you have the same name as my brother, I'm not normally that resentful, but my mum just gets to me some times, yuh know? I'll write more some time. My other poems aren't the same as this one, but feel free to check them out some time if you want.
-Lauren

Jul 01, 2012
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Resentments kill
by: James Cecil

Such resentmant is painful. Writing of such is therapy. Keep writing. I would like to read more of your work. Does such resentment bleed into your life in other ways? In your other writings? If you like, let me know.
James

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