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There's No Fucking Use
written by YouSmileAs_I_Die08:41 PM 3/30/05| You wave those papers in my face, the ones containing my deepest thoughts. "That isn't right!" You scream at me. I clentch my fists, trying to keep them from connecting with that shit-eating grin you always wear. Since when my thoughts and dreams need aproval from you, a person who'll never appreciate them and who is a world apart from me? All you ever do is tell me everything about my life is wrong, and yet you wonder why the hell I'm so fucked up in the head. If you would stop judging me, stop telling me that my life is wrong, and stop forcing my life in a different direction than I want it to go, maybe I'd be one of the normal kids. But then again, I was born to stand out, so there really isn't any use in trying to fit in. |
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my mom really needs to learn how to leave me the fuck alone and let me live MY life.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by bloodangel1377 (4-4-2005 - 08:35 PM)
| never has my mom read my poetry, but im sure my mom would act the same as yours. They do it to get on our nerves and to "protect" us. But if they never felt these feelings then how in the hell can they protect. and what living person can protect us from ourselves - kitty |
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