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Shaking to the core.
And the rain isn’t helping this pain.
Nor is Sade’s mellow tones.
Either or, this pain resides in me.
I mean I guess it’s pain.
I’ve refused to feel for so long that I can’t quite tell you what it is.
But if I’d have to take a guess.. an educated one.. for those who I’ve seen in similar situations, they would this pain.
Hurt.
I’m tired of you so called “loved ones” doing this to me.
I try.
I try to be a good person.
A better person.
And you are pushing me.
Pushing me to explode
and you curse me when I react.
React to your evil like it’s my fault.
Well it’s not.
It’s yours.
Parents who wanna use you.
Parents who wanna abuse you.
Disrespect you, mistreat you.
Those who expect respect but don’t give it.
I don’t care if i’m your child.
I don’t care if you are my parent.
You don’t respect you.
You talk down to me, belittle me, purposely hurt me and then still expect respect?
Fuck you.
I don’t care to be politically correct.
I don’t care.
You don’t care..
This is not how it’s suppose to be.
Where are the good parents?
Where are the parents that are fulfilling their God given duty?
Who are suppose to love and respect. Support and guide?
I see none.
I know none.
No good parents.
No good kids.
And it’s all their fault.
Shoving hate down our throats.
Spite in our actions.
Rebellion.
Unclean.
Pushing us to our limits.
Hurting our core.
No good parents left and no good kids.
And it’s all their fault.
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Going Quietly: Will you marry me?
“Poetry is for people who are not
brave enough to tell others how they truly
feel,” he said but he gave me poem
instead of flowers and sweets on my
23rd birthday.“It is in you that I found hope
when the sun failed to rise for
the moon and his billion stars
