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Sick of
Contributed by
phildel
on
Wednesday, 18th September 2002 @ 06:08:09 AM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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I wake up so happy,
Skip on down the stairs,
My dad knows me really well,
He says all his prayers.
Today though, he's lucky,
The demon don't have me bad,
I can say goodmorning and
After breakfast: "thankyou dad"
But once I get to college,
It's like someone flicks this switch,
I can't control my anger,
I become this evil *****.
I treat my friends like crap, then,
An hour later in class,
I apologise in tears,
(Lucky they didn't kick my a**e...)
Sometimes I just feel sick
Sick of being nice,
I would be such a violent cow,
Just I don't want to pay the price.
I've seen so many shrinks now,
That I can't see myself,
My mum says if I'm not careful,
I'll end up on the shelf.
But no, I know my boyfriend,
He accepts my ugly side,
I'm just so sick of being nice,
There's no way I can truly hide.
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phildel
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2002-09-18 06:08:09]
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Re: Sick of
(User Rating: 1 )
by Jason_Robert_Britt on
Thursday, 19th September 2002 @ 04:23:42 AM AEST
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| I know what it's like to have a overly nice personallity... it hides a demon within. i let him out through poetry... hope you can find a constructive way to let yours out. Great write by the way... -jason |
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