so much hate and abusing in such a poem, i give it a 10 out of 10, keep it up girl you doing good
Didn’t I have a voice?
I deserved to be heard too
That’s the problem
You never listened
Now I’m sitting here hating the world
I won’t talk now
When I wanted to, you didn’t let me
It’s funny now
The times I was hurt to be quiet
Now it saddens you that I won’t speak at all
You’ve created this
It’s not my fault
All of a sudden you care and want to give me attention
What? You just realized you had a child?
You claim you know how its feels but you don’t
Have you ever went through the same torture as me?
The countless lies spread against you
No one believing anything you say,
All because someone wanted to hide the truth and make you miserable
Yea, that’s me
The liar,
The problem child,
A rebel without a cause
To think people actually believed those things about me
If they only knew
What I had to go through to get away
I always wanted people to know me as a person
What would they say?
Would I be treated any different?
Maybe they could if only I would speak
so much hate and abusing in such a poem, i give it a 10 out of 10, keep it up girl you doing good
Awesome peom, such hatred towards the crappy world is freaking kool. Nice peom, keep it up.
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i mean it a good poem but dam all i hear is a little kid crying for mommy or dady to lison to them.
i dont me to jugde but life isint ever a peace of cake.
u cry becose no one hears u well if u whant to be heard u better have some thing better to say then u dont lisin.
Hatred...Despair...is that the purpose of this poem? It seems like it,yet there seems to be another way to look at this poem.I am not quite sure,but it might be that you are longing to feel special, or maybe...accepted?I might be wrong though.
this poem was about my times of abuse before i moved out of my dad's house. i was beaten regularly and no one believed me when i told. i was sent to counslers and physiatrist because my dad spread rumors and lies that i was crazy. it wasn't that i didnt get attention. i got the wrong kind. anywayz i'm glad ya'll liked it
I like this poem to tell you the truth that's what I went through. Even through it all I found happiness that was worth it all. I would go through it again to be where I am today. I know what not to do to my children when I have some because I would never put them through what I have gone through and what your poem has stated. Seriously keep up the good work and like before send me a private message when your next one comes out.
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