Teen Poetry Collections

Lying in My Bed at Night, I Think

by a young man, age 15

I feel like I let my mom down.
I said I will do one thing then I do the other,
like the time that I told her I wouldn’t
commit crimes but I lied and let down my mother.

I hate the fact that I lied straight to her face.
I miss the Fridays we used to always go out.
I miss the conversations we always used to laugh about.
I don’t miss when you would always drink
and start to shout.

I don’t miss when you would try and fight me.
I don’t miss when you would try and kick me out.
I don’t miss when you would sit and drink all day
and dad would get high on the couch.

I learned not to drink, I learned not to do drugs.
After a month in juvie, I should have listened to you
about staying away from those thugs.
My mom told me to stay away from gangs because you either
end up dead or in jail.
But now I feel like I let her down because now
I’m sitting in a cell.

It feels like since Dad went to prison it’s like life’s
been hell.
Ever since he left, it’s like I’ve been raising myself.
He promised me he wouldn’t go back again but he
did so I felt like I couldn’t trust nobody else.

The one think I wouldn’t tell you is that sometimes
I hate the fact that you’re my dad.