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Perfect
Contributed by
senorwoohoo
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Sunday, 6th April 2003 @ 12:25:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
StoryPoetry
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I'd try to write a poem but it won't come out right,
yet sometimes all I feel I can do is write
about my life and all the pain I live through
because I'm not the perfect son for you.
Every five seconds it seems like something new,
now what do you expect a kid to do?
Should I sit here and take it,
Try to smile and fake it?
Or fight back against your mindless ways,
That I've put up with all these days?
Is it so hard to let me just be me,
but that's probably too hard for you to see.
So forget all the gifts and nice 'things' you buy,
when half the time I feel like I want to die.
Just because I am not perfect to you,
does that mean I'm not a person too?
Seems I have no voice in this world I'm in,
but watch as a new life is about to begin.
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senorwoohoo
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2003-04-06 00:25:00]
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Re: Perfect
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by ladyfawn on
Saturday, 3rd May 2003 @ 03:44:47 PM AEST
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| the longer i live the closer i am with my parents... hang in there, this is a well written and expressed poem:) hugs nessa |
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Re: Perfect
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by Wrybod on
Monday, 5th May 2003 @ 03:04:12 PM AEST
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Pretty well every kid feels like that half the time.
It doesn't last long.
Pretty soon through your own carelessness
you'll end up being a parent.
WHY? |
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