Stop.

by becca   May 11, 2008


I sit here and think that they walk all over her but still they do what ever she wants. She went out and got a dress that she looks like a princess in but if only i could have a time like that to actually feel like i was for once i was beautiful but i guess that in life there is always someone better and people will be jealous and i just wish that one day it wasn't always about her and him ovb. i am the middle child and life is going to be rough shes the oldest and hes the baby so i get blamed for everything but i wish that for once in my life i could be the person that people actually noticed was there i could be there one second but the next i would be gone and no one would know i could be in the house and no one would know that i was there because not many people pay attention to me so they never notice me but some how i am all right with that i just don't like being pushed around like all of them think that they can do to me because they cant and if they really want to be like that i will show them what it is like to be pushed around

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  • 16 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Thats powerful, try spacing it out a bit more make it more choppier and easier to read rather than one big paragraph,

    good work xx