The far apart moments we seek

by Steven   Jan 10, 2008


The parents started to lock the doors
the parents start to throw rocks at me at your door
they hate my face, my look
they hate my future and life, my parents
a boy with no grades or looks or charm
a boy with no goal or dress style of the rich
they want me to leave you alone and forever
they want a poor person like me to leave there family alone
a scum like you is a failure
a scum like you is a rat that disturbs our family
they take a look at me and tell me
you need to be a prince
you need to have perfect grades and four point O to be here
you need to have a rich life style with hundred dollars
you need to have the charm of a master in order for us to accept you
the final grade was a F
the final moments were long gone
leave now
i will only accept the great and not the worst
i picked up my flowers i prepare
and left...

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  • 16 years ago

    by Lindajane x

    I really like the way you expressed so much feeling in this. Well done. 5/5