*PN: This is a poem that I wrote when my parents were moaning at me for 'my mess' and a situation that alot of teenagers like me probably find themselves in alot. Please leave a comment on what you like or how I could improve. Thank you for your time. Enjoy!
My world is spinning,
It just won't stop; I hear everything you've said.
All I hear are constant moans,
Revolving in my head.
I wish you'd stop complaining,
This is your mess too,
You tell me to tidy up,
Well if I do, why don't you?
You say that you will do it,
That you'll keep stuff tidy and clear,
But why even though you say that,
Is your mess still here?
You say that it's all my fault,
You blame everything on me.
But I don't care, I like my mess,
So please just leave me be!
