I make a mistake
suddenly im a bitch
I make a mistake
and im lower then dirt
I make a mistake
You spit in my face
I make a mistake
im not perfect
but I live in a place
Where nothings good enough
and a mistake
is murder
a mistake
is a crime
a mistake
means your nothing
so you HAVE to be perfect
everything you do
you learn to fear people
you shake just to be near someone
you think constantly in your head
"am I diong this right?"
"Im stupid, I messed up again"
everything you fear
because you know it will happen again
if you make a mistake
They yell at you constantly
"YOU FUCKIN BITCH THAT WAS OUR LAST CHANCE!"
You know you messed up, they force you to be perfect
it now becomes a habit you CAN'T break
everything you do, you have to plan
everyword you say, everything you do
It all must be planned
must be planned out perfectly
you want to excape
but they got you locked up tight
in there grasps you lay
they clench their fists, and you bleed
your like there slave now
your screwed up now, and whos to blame?
but then again people arn't perfect
and even the people who spite you for a mistake
are the ones mistaken
But its to bad things turn out this way
Im screwed forever...I made a mistake
Kill me
Author notes
Written May 24th, 2004
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Yes, very good poem, not much I can say though, don't want to make a mistake ^_^..keep up the good work, and so what if people think you're a bitch, show them what a real bitch is and kick'em in the crotch!
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mmmm great poem ... i wonder how come such angry poet can be so vulnerable to face assholes or shallow beings.... f*ck it all girl ..... what's wrong in being a bitch isn't everyone?
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