Teen Poetry Collections

Mom, The Story

by a young woman, age 16

Mom
Thinking about you
Not always being there
Could you never want me to go home?
She’s always sitting on the phone
Saying stuff that’s not nice
Mom
She loves me
She’s nice to me
She sings me a song
She comes here on my birthday
Mad
Go outside and run
Cry, sad things
Hide
Scared
deep dead people at night
he sits in front of me
and he gave me an angry look
brown furry skin  he’s a bear
a monster bear
a monster beast

I sing songs To myself When I’m upset