Sweatshirt and pajama pants.
I'm not dressed to impress.
I don't care what you think of me
even when I'm in my best.
My purpose isn't to make you happy.
Open your eyes and maybe you'll see,
That I'm not your possesion.
Honey, I'm just me.
I can't be better,
but I could be much worse.
Don't push me to that point.
Someone could get hurt.
I've bottled up my anger,
tried my best from the start.
Kid, don't mess with me,
I don't want to break your heart.
A contest entry
- Nothing is ever really random, is it??? by bw43.
300 points, ended March 12, 2007, 25 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - ANYTHING! by DelaneyDisaster.
300 points, ended April 2, 2007, 176 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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The title made me smile. I liked your whole little 'grrr' effect. It certainly sounded angry!!!
It sounds like you have been mistrated and have decided to stnad up for yourself and not back down.
I like your adding 'kid' before your threat... it makes it sound that much stronger... like you are so serious, and condescending them, letting them know.... you mean business.
thank you for your entry and good luck in the contest
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Spunky! and cute- good though
Seems sassy like Dorothy Parker.
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Grrrr....Venting is good. Nice write...good flow.
"my purpose isn't to make you happy..I'm not your possession"...Great lines. Well done!
Whyitt U xxx
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