Closed off
A Poem Based on Flowers in the Attic by V.C Andrews.
I hear the door close. Click and locked in. Locked up with my fears. I'm sick of my nightmares. I wish the sunshine would gleam in. I want to have more hopes. In your arms brother gives me believe in her a little and in my self. My brother were not children anymore. I look at the buttercups. I see there hallowed out pale faces. It kills me to see them that way. I hate the old woman as much as I hate mother and this house. I wish I had yesterday. I want momma to come back with freedom. I miss my pride. Momma I'm sorry I'm not a child anymore. Momma why do you love money more than us? I want to prove to the world I'm not some devil spawn especially you Grandmother.
A Poem Based on Flowers in the Attic by V.C Andrews.
I hear the door close. Click and locked in. Locked up with my fears. I'm sick of my nightmares. I wish the sunshine would gleam in. I want to have more hopes. In your arms brother gives me believe in her a little and in my self. My brother were not children anymore. I look at the buttercups. I see there hallowed out pale faces. It kills me to see them that way. I hate the old woman as much as I hate mother and this house. I wish I had yesterday. I want momma to come back with freedom. I miss my pride. Momma I'm sorry I'm not a child anymore. Momma why do you love money more than us? I want to prove to the world I'm not some devil spawn especially you Grandmother.