Don’t be foolish, Jenny!
Don’t be pathetic, Jenny!
Don’t you run away,
‘Cause this is your time!
Don’t be stupid, Jenny!
Don’t be pathetic, Jenny!
Don’t be anything ‘cause this is your life!
Stand at attention,
Straighten the spine,
You are her teacher, so teach her at school
She’s not your problem,
She’s not your life,
So pretend to move on and don’t be a fool
Don’t be pathetic, Jenny!
Don’t be foolish, Jenny!
Don’t be anything ‘cause this is your life!
She doesn’t need you, Jenny,
Stop wasting time,
On loving a child who could never love you
But this little girl…
Is someone special…
A miracle…
It’s so sad that she doesn’t know
Could I call myself a teacher,
If she…
Fell through the cracks I can see?
This little girl needs,
To be showered with love,
But it won’t come from me…
I can’t meet her needs,
She has found me…
Pathetic… Little me…
Pathetic… Little me…
Pathetic…Little…me…
Pathetic! Little…me…
I am PATHETIC! Little… me…
Pathetic!
Pathetic!
Pathetic!
…Pathetic… Little… Me
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Author:
Kate (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: January 31st, 2025 08:56
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 10
Comments1
Irony in this poem stands out from the narrator calling for love and reassurance for another when it is them that needs it. A great twist and well written
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