Drama Drama Drama
My mother yells like an lion,
As i opene the door,
I start running wild in the streets,
Mascara running down my face,
Like a river of hell and rage,
My helpless face, broken heart,
emotion of misery,
I look into my phone,
10 missed calls,15 unread text messages,
And 6 voicemails from my mom,
My head starts aching as images,
Flow in my head, doors stay shut,
But only one opens,
In through the door i see freedom!
What does freedom cost?
Does it cost my mothers love?
Do I have the the stregnth and hope
to go back ?
Only I know the answer.
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