Hate.
Hurt.
You're this Mrs. "this" and Mrs. "that"
and you're supposed to
be able to help people.
Then why do you always disregard me?
Huh?
You are all the same, saying that
"I'll be there for you,"
but when I really need you,
like when everyone
tossed me out in the velocity of the wooden car project,
Mrs. Ivan, you acted like it was my fault.
I tried.
I asked,
I begged,
I nearly cried,
but my heart broke in the end.
You...you!
Trust? Ha!
It's because of all you
teachers that I laugh
when you are feeling depressed about being dumped
and miserable while I'm in delight.
I'm twisted?
You've only got yourself to blame.
I tried to get your help
when I needed it, but I was
denied
every time.
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A Little Bit of Happiness, A Little Bit of Joy
PoetryPoems for the soul or whatever you feel like. Most of them are happy because that's nice, right? Anyway, these are just fun little poems about all sorts of things. If you want you can even make a request on a subject or style! Except suicide or self...
