Question

my theripist told me to write a poem explaining how my life makes me feel including my mother, and I need to read it at an open mic night at a job I work at, tell me, is this good ( any criticism wanted )

the world is evil and slim, like her eyes that are dark and dim, like that light when that lighter egnited.. te burn on my skin like a sensation I missed, and a life I fixed then broke again.. like a light the sun had missed when it set, my eyes dry and draft like a dessert in sight... why oh why I cry myself to sleep at night wondering if light will pass by like flight... i want to be okay but my life is a light flickering in a draft.... the burn on my skin feels good but dark... i hate it and love it at the same time and never understand why I do this to myself and why I need it. the pain hurts but helps... my mothers face is like a demon in the night. always haunting and always a fight.

Answer 1

Dang this is deep. Good job, keep it up!.

Answer 2

U ok? TuT this almost made me cry (it's great)

Answer 3

Awesome

Answer 4

damn, this is deep

Answer 5

no it isnt