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Guilty Prick
written by SuperBob03:57 AM 8/3/04You woke me early and stole me to walk
You bitched and complain from dawn till dusk
Now you stand and criticize my past
Calling me stupid constantly for scarring myself deep
You always forget you had a hand in those cuts
Was it not you who also partook in those fights with your "better half"
Don't play the innocent, I know the score
I know that if it weren't for you I wouldn't exist
At times I think that I would be better off like that
But you say I need to live...why?
So you can use my past against me?
So you can call me stupid and make me feel guilty?
Alright you win!
I can't win against you when you do that to me
I can't handle this guilt...I can't handle what it does to me
Others whom I adore can't handle it either
Not only do you ruin me, but fuck you ruin him
You make me breakdown more and more
And what do you have to say?
Never do I get "I'm sorry Leanne, you are my child, I should be able to understand"
Never do you say the words to make me feel better
You say I'm too young and then wonder why I hate talking to you
It's becasue you give me false care that I can se right through
I know you love me like a parent should
I don't care about that...I care about how pleased you are when you break me
Questions and lectures are all you give me...
Whatever happend to a hug and "You'll be fine in the future" ?
Why can't you give me false hope instead of false care
I dislike you more each day...when will you see you destroy me? |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
my mom...just doesnt get that just becuse the anti-depressants are now finally working...that i can still be sent into a depression with a few words...more often than not it's her words...her harsh guilt trips that are uncalled for...fuck...wont she just leave me alone now?...are all my scars and issues not enough for her?
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