MISERY

This poem is how I was feeling when my family and I had to live with my aunt.

Misery


In a house miserable feeling unwanted never
speaking your mind wanting to
scream.

monitoring your everystep never
having privacy.
Cramped up in a tiny space everything's out
of place.


Wanting to cry screaming why.looking up at
the sky asking god why.
Surrounded by people of triviality and
stupidity.



Erica Lashawn Browner