Poem: Trashed

You constantly say you love me then smack me in the face.
You are always handing me your problems
Then pushing me away.
Its like you live on drama momma.
Creating it all around.
Like a dumpster diver spreading trash on the ground.
I'm trying to support you.
Do the best I can.
But I'm not your receptacle
I'm your loving man.
So stay out of the drama
Just look at your what you can control.
And you will find peace in your life.
And freedom in your soul.


About boywithoutlegs

I am the author of the boy without legs website. I was born without legs and have used the experience to write children's poetry. I would love for anyone to read and be inspired and if you are interested in publishing my poetry please contact me.
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