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Post by alostandbrokensoul on Feb 16, 2005 12:55:35 GMT -5
Please excuse the profane ness of this poem i was really angry when i wrote it.
My sister tried to hurt me today Tried to cause me so much pain My other sister called me a b*tch And made me the one to blame.
Cursing and profanity I should have hit her in her face Both her and her boyfriend Are simply a disgrace.
My other sisters evil A two faced lying b*tch Who doesn’t have a boyfriend Because she looks just like a witch
Me, I’m no different I’m ugly on the outside to But if your sisters hurt you You’d be ugly too.
My sister’s boyfriend is a d*ck Who will end up a stupid bum With tons of kids running around Only because he’s dumb
My parents just don’t see it I’m the only one to blame Because no matter what my sisters do It still goes on the same.
So I’m ending this little story Of two stupid little hags Who like to say f*ck a lot Those stupid f*cking nags.
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NeverMore
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Post by NeverMore on Feb 16, 2005 14:40:56 GMT -5
I seem to remember so many times where I had thoughts like these and days like this. I have four sisters and a brother. For all the years we spent growing up and fighting with the very worst of results, I regret the fact that I never took the stronger hand of forgiveness. People do the dumbest things at times and we all pay for them in the end unless someone does not do the right thing and look beyond the stupidity. I did not. I have had almost no contact with any of my siblings in over 20 years. Do yourself a favor for when you are older, look beyond thier foolosh ways. Be the better person. The way you write, I bet you are the best of the group.
Right now it may not feel like it, but there is no replacing family. Just remember, if it is you that takes the high road, it is everyone else who will thank you down the road of life.
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Post by X x K e l Z x X on Feb 16, 2005 23:27:21 GMT -5
woa girl, you didn't have to tell me you were mad, I can sense, powerful write.
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