Resentment
Resentment I feel
Resentment I hate
Resentment defines my life most of these days
Because I see others doing the I wasn't granted in this life
I can't get dressed up and feel alive
I have to stay home and watch a child
Resentment I feel
Because she always chooses her favorite daughter over me
Resentment I hate
Because it makes me hate the people I should love
Because they treat me differently in not-so-great ways
They call me names and say my attitude is bad which they hate
But in my mind, I won't have an attitude if they learn to be fair in every single way
But no I'm still the child they love to blame
I'm their stupid fat daughter who loves to complain as they like to say
They make me hate myself and every little thing
Hate, Hate, Hate that's all ever known
Now every time I see them I think of a four-letter word
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As I finish my poem of the day, I'm met with a boy whose very beautiful, to say the least tapping my shoulder and askin' if he can sit next me to me I shrug my shoulders not caring because I know there's no way possible he wants to sit next to me on his own will plus it's the only seat left I assumed after a few silent moments between us, he tapped me again and asks me what I'm writing I look at him for second and return to back what I was doing having no desire to talk to him or anyone for that matter. " not much of a talker I guess, we gonna have to fix that" I hear him say to himself and smirk.
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𝚒𝚗·𝚍𝚒𝚏·𝚏𝚎𝚛·𝚎𝚗𝚝
قصص عامة"You can't fix me, I was made to be broken" "Who told you em lies" "No one they showed me" "They told me the same, look at me now"
