You won’t destroy my ambition,
Of teaching u a lesson,
U claim to be parents,
But you don’t even listen.
You wonder why I don’t trust you,
Coz mum I don’t even know u,
People say “she’s your mum you gotta love her”
How can I? I don’t even know her favorite colour,
Whatever bond there was is now gone,
Dead and buried where it belongs,
It’s not just mum it’s the entire fucking family,
Sick of you all using and moaning at me,
Now people wonder why I’m forced to write,
Look at the life I got, you’ve come to your senses right?
If I didn’t write all I would do is fight,
I find peace in my rhymes I could do it all night.
Kaspa Richards
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forced-2-write/
