you yell and scream all the time
and it seems like its only at me!
you say i should b my own person...
what u mean is a person like u!
so materialistic it makes me sick!
all u do is bitch,moan, and complain!
all about little things!
YOU MAKE ME SICK!
u say im an embarassment 2 the family...
by the way i dress...
but u think ur so sly bout saying it...
YOU DONT KNOW I HEAR YOU!
i can c it in ur eyes...
when you look at me the utter disgust...
it stares right bak at me
i can feel it peirce my soul...
you act like your all that because you built your own house you run your own
biz and that your 1 daughter does all these things...
but im not that daughter
you never mention me...
because im not a stuck up,haughty-toughty,popular,preppy BITCH!
you wanted me 2 be that person...
the person my sister is...
materialistic and shallower than a drop of SPIT!
im the different daughter...
the one you will only admit 2 having if you have 2...
and you say you love me and that your proud of me...
thats a crock of bull and you know it!
you say i dress like a guy
well if i do so be it!
i wear all black
and you hate it!
you say my eyeliner is 2 thick and dark
i like it that way!
you say you understand me and the things im going through...
YOU WOULDNT KNOW ME IF I WAS A WALL RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU!
you have no idea who i am r what im going through
im not like you and i pray 2 God i never am!
you pushed me so far...
i fell over the edge...
i can never come back...
my rope snapped...
i want 2 see you bleed...
feel some of the torture u've caused me...
i want 2 kill you
nice and slowly
see what you've caused me 2 become?
no,of course you don't...
you only see you...
and your pathetic,shallow,little world
by: Jess Reinert

 
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