You broke me in pieces all over the place, then make me feel like an utter disgrace. Your mad at the world and take it out on me, breaking down with each hateful word that you say you don't mean. I'll never be fixed because you say Im not worth it, but your so wrong you don't even deserve it. If I wasn't worth it God wouldn't of made me a mother, So sorry im such a bother. No respect for me you have none, but its only you that's undone. A crappie example you are for your son to see, but he's better than you hes also a part of me. Not all bad a good heart I have, unfortunately yours is cold and sad.

by Theresa Dunn

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a lot of poems posted twice or thrice..: (