Regret Being Young
Poem By Samantha Murray
Everyday I wake up.
I feel so down
my mother is crying
an I did not here no sound.
The wind is blowing,
on the clothes out side,
but there was no
sign of my brother,
I don't know if he had resign.
The party is keeping an I cannot go there,
cause I am so young, I did not have no fair.
I felt so anger that I am too young.
I wish I get older by tomorrow,
I don't know if I am wrong
now I am older I start to
complain too much hard work I am doing.
I cannot sit in the house again.
bills to pay, food to buy my mother
is sick an it like am going to die
Paper an pen I wrote a letter
I forgot I have a cellphone it would be easy messaging than ever.