When i stop to think about us
I just want to break down and cry
But all my heart will allow me to do Is sigh;
I guess my eyes are just too damn dry
No matter what I'm doing,
I just keep getting back to that Night
When you punished me
Forcing me to apologize
Still, all i can do is sigh
I keep telling myself it will be Alright
That i will be just fine,
I hope you taste your own medicine,
I hope with all my might
Will i be okay? Lord just give me a Sign
I guess my eyes are just too damn Dry
I decided a long time ago that my
Life would never be perfect,
Never have all the things i wished For
Your punishment was not what i Had in mind
I had flowers and sing-a-long song In mind
What i got was something one of a Kind
A kind of punishment i would never Wish upon anyone
So, this is my testimony,
I Guess my eyes are just too damn Dry.
I am in the eighth Grade, i live in Iowa, and i wrote this poem about a person. If you took it as i wrote it about one of my parents, you were wrong. Not to be rude or anything. If you read it again, maybe you'll understand where i am coming from. By the way, i am only thirteen.
