My parents look at me with disgust
It stinks
Say I'm a dissapointment
Can't do anything
Infront of others act like I'm amazing
She is perfect
Use me to live the life they wanted
Bitch no
Use me to show off perfect grades
Bitch stop
They don't care if I'm mentally unstable
Bitch don't give a fuck
They don't give a shit about if I am afraid of coming home
Bitch, wait... what?
My parents don't care if I'm scared to come home
What do you mean?
I mean what I'm sayin
So they know you're scared to come home
And they don't care
Abused when I go home
Hide in the closet
Beaten black and blue where people can't see
Hide under the covers
I can't escape my nightmare
I can't escape my nightmares
Our nightmares are real
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If you can't tell, this was written as a duo. I really do want to hear this one performed one day.
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Slam Poetry
PoetryThis just needs it's own book away from Quiet Ideas, so I am putting all my slam poetry in here. Plan to update Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Sorry if no new poems come out, just means I didn't get a chance to write down a new slam.
