I have silent treated my sister.
But I only lasted a day.
Because I crumbled.
And why?
I have no control.
And I wonder why?
What am I so nice for?
I always end up in pain.
And the worst part is,
The person I helped gets annoyed and angry
but I still crumble.
Into their dirty mean hands.
Every time I attempt to escape those painful, suffocating clutches.
And I have no control.
Dang! I'm turning into galaxycat101!
I was never a poet! Only in second grade and I was terrible! What is in me?!?! No offense galaxy I just am surprised at my sudden poetry! And how similar they are formatted, I think I read too much. I like to be me and write stories like me! XD o.o.o.o.o.o
