Everyday I'm fighting
my parents, and I
haven't seen them in
years. I slammed
the door on them some
time ago, yet I can still hear
them yelling at me in
the unanswered
ring of the phone.
I want to
pick up. I want to
scream back. They taught
me well; I learned
better.
So the door remains
locked, and if they barge in
this time, I will pick up
the phone and they won't like
who I am
calling.
1 comments:
Dude, I can so relate to this poem. I particularly like the last 2 lines of the 2nd stanza. Despite what you "should" do you know better. The last line is also quite good.
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