Listening to: none
Feeling: misunderstood
you want me to be
what you want
to bad i can't
but you daunt
keep telling me
i'm worth nothing at all
keep telling me
i'm going to fall
push me down
and kick me out
you were never there
there is no doubt
so don't tell me
what i should do
i could care less
you know that too
call me a liar
call me a bitch
keep doing all that
while i dig my ditch
put that gun to my head
pull the trigger with joy
you were never proud
of your little boy.
Adam
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p.s. I REALLY LIKE YOUR HEADER PICTURE!!
I liked the poem. It was good. K byes.
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