Bryan Deakin

Scottish Poet / Blogger / Community Activist

In My Room

Lie, lie.
Mother lied,
The cow,
She said daddy cared,
How?

She thinks she knows me,
Lies,
She doesn’t know me,
Daddy doesn’t care
Cunt!

Sit here,
in my room,
grounded,
For hitting back.
Loser shouldn’t have hut me,
Drunken Buffoon.

Friends out to play,
I sit here,
looking at the rain,
Mud castle I could build,
Nope

In my room.

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