Numb

Why do you always choose them instead of me? Even though you can see the pain in my eyes? Why do I never come before them? Could you have run away faster? Do you know how that makes me feel?

What A Dad!

You infuriate me, You make me shout You make me scream, You make me cry like I have never cried before! You are unorganised, You are messy You are forgetful. You are temperamental You don’t like to not get your

Envy

As most of you know I am a member of Judith’s Room the lovely and great creative writing community, and each week they are doing a theme to do a piece of writing about. Currently it is the seven deadly