Mom.
I miss you.
Other people get to kiss their mom.
I do not.
They all say "calm down"
However I frown upon that.
Dysmphoria of my body in the mirror,
Wishing mother was their to comfort me, for my dad I fear.
I need a hero, please come for me.
What makes you proud?
I didnt know you enough to know for sure.
Emptiness is all I feel.
A normal life is a fantasy here.
If something doesnt change the end is near.
(not my best poem but it was off the top of my head)
©joeyspoems
J