April 8, 2011

When my mother told me these beautiful dandelions
were nothing but weeds, I knew I was destined to
disappoint her, for I am the devil in her bed of roses.


The day she called me selfish was the same day I
learned to laugh, because I do more to make her
happy than she'll ever choose to realize.


After that teacher called and her idea of a perfect
son shattered, I reassured her that I would never
be appreciated for the beautiful person I'm not.


She dreams of seeing grandchildren I hope not to
have, but I pray she'll be gone long before I can
give her a reason to love me.

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readlovewrite said...
Dec. 29, 2013 at 9:52 pm
Wow. Well, your writting is really good, even if I can't say your story is a happy one. Why your last line?
fiNd_THe_fLaMEThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Mar. 25, 2012 at 11:36 am

thats really sad! i hope that is not something that has really happened to you!

ps. please read rate and comment on my work! id appreciate it!

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