That Thing.

I over used that thing

I took that thing for granted

that thing I can't live without.

 

I loved that thing,

and I abused that things love 

but each day that thing comes right back to me like nothing happen.

 

I would yell, I would scream

and speak hurtful words at that thing

and each day that thing was there right beside me

 

That thing I can't live without,

That thing I agrue with,

That thing I would take a bullet for.

That thing is my mom. 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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