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Juilet Cries
Fujiko1
Written on: 9/15/09
Romeo, Romeo, come take me away
I don't want to be here, I can't stand another day
With a family filled with too much hate
Predestined before, with a criminal fate
Chaos and disruption
Selfishness, too
Disorder is often
What do I do?
Too much anger, I can't stand it anymore
I'm going to mess up, of that I'm sure
I can't too much more, I want to be free
Patience are thin, I want to be me
I can't be the regular fun-loving me
I can't hide in my room, why can't they see
That slowly, but surely, I'm dying inside
I'm stuck in a desert with nowhere to hide
Their guns are pointed straight at my heart
Little do they know, it's been torn apart
Some guy has taken my innocence away
He left me alone, I wanted to stay (together)
That's how it goes; nobody cares
Everybody's selfish, nobody shares
Sex is such a common thing now
You do it, you leave, you break up somehow
All I aver was to him was just another tool
But, hey, who cares? They teach that in school.
He used me, he left me, hung me to dry
I'm broken, I'm beaten, but I refuse to cry
Anger is how anger goes
Our family is in ruins, but nobody knows
They never liked him, this man of mine
He was really as low as the lowliest swine
See how selfishness works, it's true
What would you say if this happened to you?
What would you do if you lived one hour in my shoes?
Would you be so lost, so torn, and confused?
Maybe I'm stupid, the selfish one, I guess
If I were smart, would we be in this mess?
Would our family be so broken down?
Would we be able to smile, not frown?
Would I be who I really am?
Would anyone even give a damn?
Am I the reason we're falling apart?
I always have been... From the start.
I was always the f**k up, the stupid one, too
I hardly obeyed, I hated the view
I'm the baby in the family, the "spoiled" one, they say
But do they even realize that I hardly get my way?
Do they know the pain I feel?
This hatred and resentment is all to real (to me)
I know they hate me,I'm selfish, I guess
But do they realize, they're just like the rest?
I can't put up with their bickering lies
I hate fighting with them; they won't hear my cries
I want to be happy, I want to be good
I want to be, but I don't think I could
Not for a while, I'm bound by their rules
My life is, literally, run by mere fools
I'm sick of crying, I hate to be weak
I've been told that I'm strong, but love's what I seek
Not lust, not hate, not jealousy
I like to be liked; I want to be free
Someone to love me, I don't want just sex
I don't want to be something society reflects
I'm someone special, that's that I think
Apparently, to them, I'm too low to sink
I'm sick of crying, I hate to be weak
I've been told that I'm strong, but love's what I seek
- Title: Juliet Cries
- Artist: Polly Odd
- Description: I don't like the title too well on this one...but... This poem is rather lengthy, and I apologize for that. Umm.. For the last 6-7 months I've "bottled my feelings" and here they are, in one poem. I hope you like it. Rate/Comment please. I'd love your opinions.
- Date: 09/19/2009
- Tags: juliet cries
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- Silvar_sigrund - 10/22/2009
- you are very special my dear and you are loved weather you beleive me or not i do love you. please let me know how i can help at all and i will try my hardest
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