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From what WAS a true self hater
written by GeishaGirl08:31 AM 4/18/05How long have you been trapped in a winter’s night? When was the last time you saw the wild flowers flourish? These ‘self hating’ bitches really don’t know shit from clay! So let’s hear it, from what WAS a true self hater.
What naive morons they really were! Choosing my sexual preferences, she’s bi! She’s lesbian! No wait, she does animals! Hell you forgot one! How about a necrophiliac?! I’m sorry, that was a too big of a word for you! Damn, you don’t even know what a eunuch is! My god! You can’t even pronounce sarcasm! Illiterate Mongrels.
Overpowered by the crowd they flocked from all around, poking me, mocking me. It all sounds so tantalising, let’s join! Threats of bashings, however they never really happened, just showing off their spinelessness, what’s wrong no balls eh?
My wisdom became tested, through the extremes, my self esteem became nonexistent, and both failed many times. Punching holes into walls, swearing at loved ones became a relief, destroying my own property all over just venting anger & my frustration to this pitiful world of callous mutts. Such a problem child, but nobody listened to me; they blew me off like a fucking insignificant house fly. Zero tolerance to these feral brutes my fucking arse!! Assholes.
Overstimulated by their words, fatigued by the niggling voices, my doubts are shoved away. I am worthless. I am nothing. A minute existence. ‘Do the world a favour, hang yourself tonight,’
‘Yeah, no one will attend your funeral.’
The mirror became my worst enemy, how I hated. It had some accomplices, glass, scissors, and just sharp objects. Have they ever wandered why I don’t wear short dresses? No then! Let’s get serious! How about the face?! Ah yes! Cheap surgery! Now let’s begin shall we? A cut here! A cut there! A slice here and there! And every where!
Let’s play a game! It’s called “who faints first from the site of blood?” Fools.
Dazed by my punishments, I’ll go into world that could have been, anywhere but here, give me a feral up bringing, give me anything. Let me be somewhere else, hell, prison, death, Iraq ANYWHERE! Except this is fate, this is reality. This is where I chose to be.
Now that your’ given these words, try to change your ways, move on that’s life.
Whether your’ fat or ugly, you are that way for a reason, no one want’s a world of sheep and clones, though it’s coming. My arrogance left me, I’ve come to realise there’s worse off. I look back. I can laugh now. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
hah sick i know I added humour.. Been debating whether to post this or not coz it ain't really poetry more thoughts. I have a better version. I call this "the fairy version" the reason because I delted some other stuff in it that was bit well....
FIRE AWAY BITCHES
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| » Comments / Feedback | by butcakes (4-18-2005 - 09:11 AM)
| haha you're sick!! i love the ongoing attitude in this poem, though i doubt id want to meet you!! haha youd probably kick me to my butt! :P cool stuff... |
by maledeth (4-18-2005 - 09:21 AM)
| Yes! Fucking glorious! Even though, I doubt anyone will understand what this means...even when it's clearly stated on the bottom of the read!!! Too bad these sheep can't make useful of themselves...all they do is follow! |
by GeishaGirl (4-18-2005 - 09:22 AM)
| Yes I'm soooooo fucking hardcore. *gags* |
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