Spoken Scribbles #1

I don't make any sense

It’s because my life doesn’t make sense

I’m God’s Forgotten Child! 

I’m somebody’s nobody!

I’m so mad!

I can’t get loud 

When my existence is too loud

I’m my own monster under my bed

My skeletons in my closet aren't mine!

I’m always in trouble

And I am the trouble

 Spoken words play with me

Daddy has hateful love

At times, I cry so much, my tears quench my thirst

Once family, now known strangers

I’m sap in my family tree, I drip down it like loose bowels

I absorb the hate, and leak out the love

Author's Note

Thoughts and feelings I need to scream out! Read and review with care

Reviews

[Chris]

I used to 'play' with the monsters under my bed ...they became good friends. You use 'real' words Jenn - never stop.