September 2008 
disappointments
Posted on May 31st, 2008
by 
joey
joey
poem
A face that I cannot express of such deep disappointment of my own childhood past. A taste of toxin runs through my blood of touchy subjects that should be left unsaid. Seeing tears that rolls down my moms face of her dismay, not being able to control her emotions of tasteless disappointments of her own seeds, of trying to make sense of so many selfish acts. Taking advantage of her passive maternal hope. She becomes frustrated by not being able to express her true feeling without hurting other peoples pride, Not a whisper falls down upon the crowd for my mom don't have the strength to even mutter the disappointments.
by joey
A face that I cannot express of such deep disappointment of my own childhood past. A taste of toxin runs through my blood of touchy subjects that should be left unsaid. Seeing tears that rolls down my moms face of her dismay, not being able to control her emotions of tasteless disappointments of her own seeds, of trying to make sense of so many selfish acts. Taking advantage of her passive maternal hope. She becomes frustrated by not being able to express her true feeling without hurting other peoples pride, Not a whisper falls down upon the crowd for my mom don't have the strength to even mutter the disappointments.
by joey
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