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by ~*Sachi*~ Jul 17, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / other
I'm tired of hearing them argue. Of fearing I am not good enough for them. The gruff rebukes which strike me cold. Like a serrated knife, carving me out of their life which is perfect, now that I am gone. I vow to myself to never be them. To sever myself from society. That's what they want from me. Isn't it? I can feel the repulsion. I can't deal with the hatred, overflowing, the critisizing. I hate their knowing smirks, their comparing, and poking fun. I have to fake laughter, smile, wait for them to be done. I have to be brave as they continue to yell, scream, shout, and argue about me. I'm dying slowly. **this is about my parents . . . tell me what you think, eh?
by Tormented
Great poem hun! Unfortunately I cant relate to this one but great write deary! 5/5 x