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Why wont you just leave me alone?
I don’t need your boring lectures,
About how I should grow up and who you want me to be.
I’m my own person,
And ill do whatever fucking pleases me.
You don’t control me, you don’t own me,
And you never will.
You think you can tell me what me hair colour should be?
Ill dye it fucking bright purple if it pisses you off.
I don’t care if you wish I were the sweet girl next door type,
Fact is im not and never will be.
You can’t make me go to church,
And pray every single day.
I preach at the church of rock n roll,
Shove it up your arse if you don’t like it.
Why cant you get it through your head that im not you?
Why do you refuse to let me be my own person?
How the fuck can I forgive you for all the shit you tried to lay on me?
Trying to turn me into the perfect little girly girl daughter,
Who always says please and thank you?
But instead you get a daughter who is completely out of control,
A wild child with no aims in life.
Well your wrong, I have got one aim and one aim only,
To be myself.
And if you’re too thick to understand that, here’s the simpler version.
. F.U.C.K. . Y.O.U.
I don’t need your boring lectures,
About how I should grow up and who you want me to be.
I’m my own person,
And ill do whatever fucking pleases me.
You don’t control me, you don’t own me,
And you never will.
You think you can tell me what me hair colour should be?
Ill dye it fucking bright purple if it pisses you off.
I don’t care if you wish I were the sweet girl next door type,
Fact is im not and never will be.
You can’t make me go to church,
And pray every single day.
I preach at the church of rock n roll,
Shove it up your arse if you don’t like it.
Why cant you get it through your head that im not you?
Why do you refuse to let me be my own person?
How the fuck can I forgive you for all the shit you tried to lay on me?
Trying to turn me into the perfect little girly girl daughter,
Who always says please and thank you?
But instead you get a daughter who is completely out of control,
A wild child with no aims in life.
Well your wrong, I have got one aim and one aim only,
To be myself.
And if you’re too thick to understand that, here’s the simpler version.
. F.U.C.K. . Y.O.U.
Literature
Anger
You call me weak,
I might be,
You call me names,
I take them,
I stood up to you,
You pushed me down,
My body feels hot,
My knuckles turn white,
I close my eyes,
When I open them you lay on the floor,
Broken,
Bleeding,
You get up and swing at me,
I swing back harder than ever before,
As you fall I see tears of blood,
Istill feel rage,
I still feel hate,
Everyone stares as they pull me away,
Still swinging,
Covered in blood that is not mine,
You called me weak,
But my hate for you made me strong.
Literature
Anger
Vicious anger,
Tearing me up inside
I can't let it out though
For fear of harming someone I love
I wish to be free from this anger
Can you help me?
Save my soul
From this burning fury
Sometimes it's too much too handle…
And I need to let it out
Help me be able to love
So I might learn to let go
For I fear this rage might consume me
Help before it takes over
One word is all I need from you, one word is all it takes
One word of reassurance
Just to know you'll be there
When I need you
I'll try not to hurt you
With this anger of mine
It's unpredictable, I can't control it
But if you help me, I can try…
Literature
depressed...
Not scarred physically
But inside the scars run deep,
Emotional scars that let the tears escape when no one is around.
Cut like a broken mirror
Forever looking into myself,
Trying to figure out what went wrong...
And then a voice tells me everything will be alright
I see your face and feel your touch,
And the pain eases.
You wipe my tears away,
And tell me not to worry...
And the scars begin to heal
I start to feel again, remembering what it means to cry
Remembering what it is to hate,
Remembering what it is to love...
Very slowly the scars begin to fade
And all the time you whisper,
That you will always be there
And everyth
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I wrote this when I was really pissed at my parents. :anger:
© 2004 - 2024 feeling-suicidal
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Fuckin THANK YOU. I am terrible at poetry and usually have no way to let my anger out but reading this was exactly what I needed and helped me calm down a little.