Your not used to it
You think I’m just full of shit
Well bitch
Hit the fucking switch
Ill give you a druggie daughter
A thieving bitch that you can slaughter
Ill run and be a squatter
Make this mess even hotter
Ill be a slut and sleep around
Out of my head ill wander the town
And people will look at me and think were my crown
You’ll look at me and just frown
Ill stumble through the door
Be home in the morning at four
Ill pass out on the floor
Do you want how I was before?
See right now I’m decent
I’ve so many achievements
But all you see is demons
Well now I’m fucking leaving
Ill be who you make me out to be
Hold your breath count to three
Grab your shoes its time to flea
Cause walls are down I’m wild and free
Don’t do drugs just drink to a whole
Fuck I’ve never even stole
I got all your fucking goals
Still a bad person with no apparent soul
You don’t know me. You don’t want to
You make me cry but I play it cool
I forgive you every time because I’m the fucking fool
Followed all your stupid rules
Ill never be able to please you
And you don’t have a fucking clue
That everything I said
Was always fucking true
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Author:
M.M (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: it doesn't matter what i do. ill never be good enough. nothing pleases her. she's unrealistic expectations. she wants me to be perfect and i tried and got her verdict. still not good enough
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Comments1
Simply perfect. I feel your disdain for this person, mother, father or significant other. The lies they've told themselves about you the accusations made just to make them feel like they're on top of things. Amazing amount of passion.
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