you make me feel bad
i am sad (really sad)
i am writing poetry the same way i used to when i was a kid
because you like to compare me to the person who couldnt open the cookie lids(stop telling me about the past
these moments never last)make me feel bad, don't you will you won't you?
i know i'm not any better tooplease stop frowning too much, you might get a stroke :-)
stop being a fucking asshole, then tell me a fucking joke
go into my room, tell me my life is a mess
cause you've got your whole life figured out, let me guess?(why do you never listen when you're told?
you're not any better because you're old)make me feel bad, don't you will you won't you?
i know i'm not any better too
YOU ARE READING
FLAWED MOTION (a writing collection)
Şiir"i suppose i love this life, in spite of my clenched fist." © xelena clarisse, 2015 highest: #104 in poetry