Many say I’m spoil brat
“Cause I can go whatever at
My daddy let me go please
Just because I’m his children needs
Also is because I haven’t fail he choose me as his heir
I never understood it by yet I didn’t enjoy
I got tire playing with the toys
That I started yelling, one barge in shouting to quit my idiotic noise
Stun of plaster dagger I screamed some more got answer,
Giving me another blister screech, “You’re his girl, be please you moron sh**.”
Stood silent shutting myself out into the echo
Of the quiets rain drop fallen skin I let myself drown, letting this in
Dying myself down of drunkenness madness, falling of collapse
No way of winning I let them in
Killing my skin till gett9ng out household rage
Waiting the pressure flatten down to erase me as the star
Yet, needs to waits years of moaning days as piercing sword on the wilding rage beast
That lives in me from the home fume
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Poetry
PoetrySometimes people cannot really explain what they feel and sometimes it harder to show it. To me and my friends; it easier to write down in paper and rhymes to show it, our true emotion from the inside out.
