I hate him so much
I have to fight the urge to cringe from every touch
his voice makes my skin crawl
so much I feel like throwing myself at a wall
the pressure is like a cold, steel blade against my wrist
the hate and anger punches through me with an iron fist
I hate him, I hate me
the lies he tells are plain to see
he says "I love you"
I swear they all do
seeing his face every night in a dream
always making me want to scream
I should just throw it all away
say to hell with it and him I'll betray
he lords over all I own
never once leaving me alone
It's 95 degrees and yet I feel so cold
I wish that I could feel a little bit more bold
I'll tell him I'm leaving
but I won't, I just lay there heaving
the reason for all this, the baby, is his
he doesnt know about it yet, this biz
scared to tell him, worried he'll hurt it too
poor little thing, dont know what I'll do
and it all started with a single.....
innocent....
Kiss...
Please tell me what you think
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oh my
this is beautifull i love it.
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hmmm
I don't know what to say, the elevating feeling of angst and frustration coming from this poem is all to great. It seems as if the travesty was happening in a visaul created before my eyes with the words. Very well written.
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good write...
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good job
good feeling and supper ending i cryed a liltel. im still man! jk keep on keeping on.
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Nice....
Me likes.... Me likes.... Very nicely written.... goood flow....
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Choice
I concur, this is very choice. I really think the line "the hate and anger punches through me with an iron fist" really shows some serious emotion. I like this couplet as well "
It's 95 degrees and yet I feel so cold
I wish I could just feel a little more bold" really shows how the speaker feels about the whole situation. Great work.
Ya dig.
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I like the rhyme in this. And it tells a story.. which is always a good thing with poetry. I think this poem would be better if you actually anunciated the words more. Like the words "wanna" and "makin'" If you made them as "want to" and "making" it would sound more professional and it might flow even better than it does. Other than that you have a great style. If this is true.. I am sorry you are going through this sort of thing. I was 17 when I got PG with my son.. but my husband was there for me every step of the way. Unfortunately we cannot all be that lucky. You have to live for yourself. Do not let anyone get you down. Especially someone you love, because that can be the worst.
Great job and keep up the good work hon.
~Krys~
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this is by far my best poem... dont you agree
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