It's about me and My father..
I don't get that lously grates.. He just think so.. Fuck Him..
Do you really think I care?
Can't you understand that it hurts
When you tell me my grates are low?
Don't you think I know?
I saw the look on your face when you saw them,
And it wasn't good.
"You got to work a little harder",
Was your coment,
Oh fuck you.
I'm happy with the grades I got,
Cause I know i'm not that smart.
Can't you just let it go?
Try to get pass it,
And live in the feauture?
You don't know that I'm doing the best I can,
And that I always pay attension.
I have better grades than what I need too,
It could have been worse.
And if you look at them once again,
You see that they're not so bad.
If you see that a tear is rolling down my face,
Don't you think it's time to stop?
Aperently not,
Cause you keep on going.
And didn't you understand that I get mad,
When I slam the door right in your face and trow you out?
Apperently not.
You don't understand that I'm hurt when I cry,
You think I put up an act just to get you away.
But guess what?
I don't.
So stop picking on me just because your smart and I'm not.
I can't help it.
Im just a kid,
And your not.
Poetry by kittipuusen
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Written on 2006-08-15 at 23:14
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I don't get that lously grates.. He just think so.. Fuck Him..
I'm sorry I'm not smart!?
So what if you are smarter than me?Do you really think I care?
Can't you understand that it hurts
When you tell me my grates are low?
Don't you think I know?
I saw the look on your face when you saw them,
And it wasn't good.
"You got to work a little harder",
Was your coment,
Oh fuck you.
I'm happy with the grades I got,
Cause I know i'm not that smart.
Can't you just let it go?
Try to get pass it,
And live in the feauture?
You don't know that I'm doing the best I can,
And that I always pay attension.
I have better grades than what I need too,
It could have been worse.
And if you look at them once again,
You see that they're not so bad.
If you see that a tear is rolling down my face,
Don't you think it's time to stop?
Aperently not,
Cause you keep on going.
And didn't you understand that I get mad,
When I slam the door right in your face and trow you out?
Apperently not.
You don't understand that I'm hurt when I cry,
You think I put up an act just to get you away.
But guess what?
I don't.
So stop picking on me just because your smart and I'm not.
I can't help it.
Im just a kid,
And your not.
Poetry by kittipuusen
Read 500 times
Written on 2006-08-15 at 23:14
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