The birds singing
The neighbors glancing
Too much stinging
Don't feel like dancing
Sitting here on my front porch now
Lonely as can be.
The sadness I try not to allow
Hapiness is no guarentee.
Too many people don't understand
I feel like they don't care.
People think I try to demand
They try not to stare.
Sometimes I wish I weren't the same
Someone better than who I am today.
I always seem to blame
Myself for being this way.
Someone just meets me and
Oh, they think I'm great.
But the problem is, they can't see,
In my eyes, the hate.
My trust is permenantly broken.
Since you came I've been so bad.
I'm not staying forever unspoken,
No, I won't call you dad.
You think you mean so much to me
But, you don't even know.
You never even seemed to see
Fake love I won't even show.
I'm scarred for life,
Wait until the end,
My heart is filled with so much strife,
When we're dead I'll call you friend.
Author notes
This is about my hate for my step dad. It's pretty good. I liked it. I had lots of inspiration too so I tried to make it longer than my usual writes. And again, it turned itself into darkness, so don't yell at me for being who I am
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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wow. this is really good. Keep up your good work. and you know what? if someone yells at you for being who you are, screw them. they can fork themselves if they do that! You want to know my senior quote? I believe in being myself, NOT someone I'm not! and it's the truth. That's how you should be. hah. anyhow. this poem you did a very good job writing out your thoughts and emotions. keep up your good work. if people don't like it, they don't have to read!!! (Just like Muck Sticky says... some of the things we say are nasty... but if you don't like it, DON'T LISTEN... except it's for us don't read... but yeah. haha. you get what I'm saying.) ok, I think this is long enough... so yeah. haha.
CrimsonViper -
Rather sad but good
No I won't yell at you. In fact I can relate to some of this in regards to my relationship with my stepmother. She thinks that now that she has two kids of her own with my father that makes her my mother. She couldn't be more wrong. She says I have my opinion of her wrong, well for years she hasn't once proven it to me and I don't think she ever will. Anyway I find this poem a good expression of your feelings and I'm sorry they're so dark but it's good you're letting it come out in your writing. However I do hope you'll find strength enough to try because that's the only way for things to get better. It almost never works the first time, even the millionth time. But you must never give up. Thanks for sharing this poem and I wish you well.
Brian
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