Grounded

December 6, 2010
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Sitting alone
She won’t even let me use the phone
I’m sitting here staring at the ceiling
Can anyone take away this boring feeling
Stuck here by myself
Looking at my old nick-nacks on my old shelf
I told her this joke that I heard
But she thought it was absurd
Evidently she thought it wasn’t too funny
So she sent me to my room and took away my allowance money
Now I sit hear mumbling words of hate
As I lie in this lonely state
I start to twiddle my thumbs
When I feel I have heartburn and I yell for a Tums
She exhales way too loudly and turns up the television
But inside my stomach I felt demolition
I groaned quite loud and rolled over onto my side
And then the words mommy came out as I cried
I heard her get up from the couch
She came next to my bed with a slouch
She handed me my Tums as she kissed me on the cheek
I started to get up, until I heard my door slam shut with a creak
I fall back down and make a pout
As I shove my head in my pillow and begin to shout
Yes, believe it I am in confinement
I know my opinion doesn’t much matter, but yes I do mind it.





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