16 and young
I find myself listening to his every word
I'm caught between doing the things i love or giving him what he deserves
I no he's just trying to mold me into a better person
Sometimes i feel like I'm in prison
For something i haven't done
I'm just tired of feeling like I'm being bullied for just having fun
No there's no cheating going on
Just at a friends house making music and no I'm not alone
So tell me why after 5 minutes i tell him that he shows up at the house?
Banging on the door for me to come out
I can tell by the expression on his face
He was mad and today i might have to catch a case
But when he spoke to me he was calm and seem OK
He asked me if i was ready i said yes he asked if he could take my bag i said yes you may
While walking home he open my bag and threw my papers and pencils on the ground
I saw the anger in his eyes so i tried to run he caught me grab me by the hair and put his hand around my mouth so i couldn't make a sound
I open my mouth as wide as i could and bit his hand
Once again i took off as fast as i could and just ran
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