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Dear Mommy

You think I'm blind
You think I don't care
That I live to make you scream
Stop it
Stop telling me I'm fat
Stop pointing out the oily dots on my skin
Magnifying my split-ends
Showing me I have no icing on my cake
Did you ever stop to think and listen
Listen when I tell you I'm trying to like me this way
Trying not to listen to what you say
Trying to be a pillar you can stand on
But you won't let me
My imperfections bug you
And since I don't conform
You say I have no common sense
And since I don't smile constantly
You say I spend my time worshipping
Deities of chaos and misery
And yet you wonder why I turn away from you
Why I stare at you blankly when you tell me I'm bad
I tried telling you before that I want to die
You said I just lie
That I only want attention
That I shouldn't whine
Though you come to me to tell me your problems
So out of love I try not to cut my wrists
I try to shine in your critical eye
But nothing is good enough
And I only succeed in you pushing me farther away
Soon I will fall from the cliffs
But don't blame yourself
I knew this would happen
The day you stopped being my mother
And became my mistress with your whip
Beating me not to be me and telling me it's out of love.

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Written March 5th, 2004

A contest entry

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  • PoEtS-bLeEd-InK
    June 19, 2006
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    oy I know how you feel...my mom is like that too...geez so annoying to have someone always saying there is something wrong with you...well good luck...I liked this poem...good expression


  • The starless one
    May 6, 2006
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    Hmm, sounds alot like a FEW members of my family.....I know how your mother was when I was still there, never wanting you to go anywhere with me and practically making me beg her to allow you to ride with me in my car anywhere at all. And if your room wasn't spotless.......anyways, very very great poem


  • broken-spirit
    July 20, 2004
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    good luck in my comp i really enjoyed this its brillant wow im so sorry bout your mother she should see that your a very talanted young lady because thats what you are dont let her get to you shes only trying to protect you but sometimes our parents do go to far. good luck x x x

  • madness abounds
    March 24, 2004
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    Ouch...Ouch....OUCH!!

    To thine ownself be TRUE


    Beauty is the gentle wind that reveals the balmy Sun
    From the ambiguous chasm of the gruesome clouds
    And feeds the Earth with scintillating illumination
    Of affection for the annihilation of discrimination

    Beauty is the river that flows towards the wide sea
    Not wandering from its course of occupation
    Continuously flowing, no matter and whatever
    Teaching humanity the poise of regular labour

    Beauty is the friendship that enshrouds this universe
    With the bond of unity, even in the verge of torture
    Adding sublime execution to the global unification
    For the deterioration of vengeance and revulsion

    Beauty is the love that feeds the inclusive evolution
    And sheds peace towards a tortured humanity
    Just as the soul sees all, but it is never seen to us
    Beauty is like true love, that sees all and it is not seen

    Beauty is fashioned out of innocence and love
    All things have beauty, but not all possess insight
    In disquiet they demonise through turgid ignorance
    Despoiling beauty, labelling beauty as ugliness

    The path of beauty is first inward then outward
    Mirroring the human condition as it strives onward
    To know beauty is to experience thyself as beautiful
    Then to share that understanding with others.

    Not every parent comprehends the treasure that is before them........until perhaps......... it is to late.

    Be not dispossessed, nor believe everything that is told to you..........ignorance abounds, but the search for truth continues ever onward. Develop a heart of understanding and forgiveness for those who cannot comprehend, their misfortune should not stand in the way of your own understanding. A nice if sad write by the way.


  • March 7, 2004
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    Excellenta Biootch

    this poem is MUCH better then your coke! I think this one very much b/c well...its very not good to relate to but many of us do! well ne ways your still gay.....buy bi

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