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Array ( [sid] => 31753 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => scared child, but violent mother! [time] => 2004-01-15 13:29:25 [hometext] => the first verse is about what the child thinks, the second and last about what the mother has to say. [bodytext] => i'm aching and weighed down
apon my head is a broken crown,
around me are laughing clowns,
they pull at my hair,
but i don't care!
coz it's me,
suck in a world of insanity!
i don't care any more,
my head is too sore,
to care,
enough to be there for you!

i have bills to pay,
and places to be,
drugs to comsume,
lost worlds to be part of again,
people to see,
fights to be part of,
cowards to be desposed of,
stuff to be nicked.
"well how else do we live?"

and you will do your bit,
don't forget that part,
look at me when i'm talking to you!
you are mine!
I OWN YOU!
you of this earth!

[comments] => 1 [counter] => 141 [topic] => 23 [informant] => deathdrop [notes] => (Edited by Mod_1 because of obscene language) [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => FamilyPoems )
scared child, but violent mother!

Contributed by deathdrop on Thursday, 15th January 2004 @ 01:29:25 PM in AEST
Topic: FamilyPoems



i'm aching and weighed down
apon my head is a broken crown,
around me are laughing clowns,
they pull at my hair,
but i don't care!
coz it's me,
suck in a world of insanity!
i don't care any more,
my head is too sore,
to care,
enough to be there for you!

i have bills to pay,
and places to be,
drugs to comsume,
lost worlds to be part of again,
people to see,
fights to be part of,
cowards to be desposed of,
stuff to be nicked.
"well how else do we live?"

and you will do your bit,
don't forget that part,
look at me when i'm talking to you!
you are mine!
I OWN YOU!
you of this earth!





Copyright © deathdrop ... [ 2004-01-15 13:29:25]
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Re: scared child, but violent mother! (User Rating: 1 )
by lovingcritters on Thursday, 15th January 2004 @ 03:00:29 PM AEST
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We didn't use the "F" word in my day....but my Mother tortured me for years and years, with the help of my Father who beat me, and my Brother who tattled and got me in trouble so he could watch!
I know he feelings you conveyed in this poem.
I just hope it is not you....please go for help...you dont' have to put up with that now. There are people out there to help you.
This was a very good poem! And so true
lovingcritters
ConSue




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