Never thought my life would be like this,
No more encouraging words; not a kiss,
No more saying I'm the daughter you always wanted,
No more...because of the way you look at me; like I'm haunted.
Take back those words the looks,
I'm not gonna be like you; not taken a page outa your book,
These shoes you got me there too big, I'm falling all over the place,
Stop it, don't look at me, wipe that look off your face.....
Mama, Don't judge me any more.
Mama, I dont wanna have to lock my door.
Mama, I dont wanna tell you the pain kills.
Mama, I don't wanna take more pills.
Mama, I dont wanna have too smoke more weed.
Mama, I dont wanna know what I need.
Mama, I dont wanna slit my wrists till I'm dead.
Mama, The snow's not white, when I see it, it's blood red.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem