Sex, Drugs, Rock & Roll,
Speed, Weed, Birth Control,
It became all the same in my head;
As I felt like I was taking over the world,
Holding it over my shoulders with Ronnie,
Ronnie and I establishing a life together was no piece of pie.
It took my strength,
and both our angers to be in check.
My mother began to think he was some fuck-up;
I guess she never looked in the eyes of her own daughter,
My father, I know, would just want me to be happy;
But was I? Was I even happy with him?
What if it was just some addiction. Some calling card.
Eat-your-heart-out shit;
Smacking me across the fate,
Taste the reasons,
Feel the risk,
As I knew I would blow up the words in his face,
Some Domestic violence,
Some Assault.
Check your sanity,
And then it seals your fate,
And then I realized you'll never feel it either.
This is no Shakespearean tale or poem,
This is actual shit in life,
How fucked-up our world is,
And wouldn't you wish for some Romeo or Juliet shit?
Well so do I....
But I'm living something like Othello;
him ready to kill;
But I'd like to see him try for I will haunt his ass until He wants to jump off the fucking bridge.
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My Monster
PoetryHer name was Skylar. And she was addicted. Her substance: Meth/Crank/Glass... whatever you call it, it still screws you up in more ways than one. But after seventeen years of trying to be Ms.Perfect in an unstable family, is this really what she wan...
