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The Reason My Mother Cries

Oh, how I hate you so.
Sitting in the silence,
Where memories of mine tend to grow,
Festering there.

You come back to me every day,
Right when I awaken.
There is nothing for me to say.
I could never explain you enough.

You live in a very dark place,
Past many heavily locked doors.
You lurk in every empty space,
It takes only a second for you to appear.

You tend to show yourself when I’m alone.
I see your black hood and red eyes.
That’s when I want to pick up the phone,
Just to get away, just to escape the pain.

I want to beat you senseless,
But that would be a form of suicide.
Your constant hounding seems endless,
Why won’t you leave me alone?


If I could pay you off, I would.
Anything to get you to quit.
My insides say I should
Forget you and move on!

But I can’t just forget you…
That’s what I hate the most.
You started out small, but then you grew…
Into something larger, out of my control.

You haunt my dreams at night.
Striking when I’m fast asleep,
And then I always see an awful sight,
Nightmares one by one.

You enter my memories,
Rooting and rummaging through them.
Draining all of my energies,
As I try to kick you out.

GO AWAY!
But wait…not yet…soon though
If I run, will you stay?
Please don’t.




I can’t rid myself of you.
No matter how hard I try,
No matter what I do,
You will always be in my mind.

Dark soul,
How I despise you so,
Oh, how I hate you so!



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