I hate you, you know Oh did you? Goodie. You may think I'm rebellious. But I'm not. You're too strict.
You know nothing about me Except what a mother needs to Birthdate Age Illnesses The like.
My hobbies Friends Favourites You know nothing You don't care
Working is like a lie You say you do it And yet you take my own earnings From my hard work That isn't fair Now is it?
You hate my style My music Clothes Habits Friends How could you?
You make me sick Feeling like I am The parent and you Are the child. That's not how it goes I am the child here
I can't express myself I can't be who I want I feel more like a puppet Living how you want me Damn you to hell
At night, I have the chance To runaway from you I know people who'll take me in If I leave. People who love me For my personality, Who I am
You may not trust them, But I do trust them They'll protect me Whereas you cannot I take care of myself Even when I'm sick and Weak
I bleed, You turn away I cry You leave I scream You hear nothing I curse You laugh
__________________________________________________________ okay.. didn't wrote this.. but my friends in DK will know how well it suits the realtionship between me and my "mother". when I found this I started to cry (yes I am a little emotionel at the moment) and I thought I needed to keep the poem.. sorry for bothering you once again... I promise I will but some eye-burners up sooner or later cha~bye bye heart
Tia Daughter of Medea · Thu Apr 03, 2008 @ 08:45pm · 3 Comments |