Believe me when I say that mothers know best,
now I'm homeless and pregnant with very little rest.
She yelled "Stay in school. He's nothing but trouble",
but I was inside my love-filled bubble.
That bubble burst when reality hit me.
He left nothing but a crumbled note and the doorkey.
Next the landlord had no monthly rent,
and I didn't have a single cent.
I was forced to leave all my belongings behind.
I wouldn't have cared or paid any mind.
But the voice on the radio informs of a storm,
"Stay inside folks, and try to stay warm."
But what about me? I have no home?
No family to run to, just left out to roam.
Do I stay outside and wait it out?
Or do I ask "Why me?" in a tiresome shout?
My lesson was learned way too late,
I played the sick game of 'Choose Your Own Fate'.
So believe me when I say that mothers know best,
or you'll take a nice try at life's twisted test.