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This Is A Poem I Wrote. I Dont Do Poetry As A Hobby, This Was Something I Came Up With, Consider It Like A Short Story, Coz It Sure Doesnt Rhyme...
Wow. I went out. ******** sue me for it.
I dont ever go out at night, and yet when I do, its a big deal, isnt it?
Pardon me for deciding to have a good time. Pardon me for seeing my friends. Pardon me for sleeping over. Pardon me for offering to help clean up. Pardon me for doing something for once in my life.
Pardon YOU for being 'dizzy' - if youre so ******** dizzy, ******** off to the hospital & get that s**t sorted. If youre so ******** dizzy, why the ******** do you sit on your laptop, clicking mindlessly on a mouse whilst you play shitty games you buy & play once until you complete? If youre so ******** dizzy, STFU & lie down, is it absolutely nescissary to moan & complain everytime you get your arse outta that chair to walk to the kitchen and eat anything sweet and fatten yourself up with?
Pardon YOU for deciding that you didnt want to go out, if you came, maybe I wouldnt have slept over? Maybe some s**t wouldnt have happened? Maybe. Maybe anything.
Does it matter how I feel? Does it matter that I attempted to do the right thing? Does it matter that you only know the cover of the story, but not the thick duvet under it and consider acting like a b***h because I "clean at her house & not your own" - perhaps theres a reasoning to why I helped? Perhaps theres more than just the events of the night that caused me to help out? It doesnt ******** matter... does it? You dont care, you suddenly have the adolesent person pictured in your mind in which you portray me as? I can assure you, I am more than you imagine me to be, in fact, its alot more positive - theres innocent accidents which seem highly unlikely to be cooincidental, however are. Theres alot more behind me & you cannot possibly imagine it, and I for one, wont let you know...
However, someone I love and trust alot more deeply will know, she is somebody who has guided me, shown me right from wrong - without the need to rage at me pointlessly, without the need to try a feeble amount of punishment & threats, shes never raised her hand at me & yet I know that when she is angered, I cannot argue back. You raise your hand, and I raise mine back. I dare you. I dare you. Hell, I double dared you there, but third times the charm, right? I DARE YOU.
Haha!
It doesnt ******** matter how I feel right now, does it? Nobody cares, and you just get on with it. Some people ventelate their anger in different ways, others shield it away by a liquid known as alcohol. Some people take it too far when shielding it away, that without their realising, their problems soon become somebody elses - perhaps thats the reason why I stayed over? Perhaps thats the reason I helped clean up? Perhaps theres reasoning behind everything.
It doesnt ******** matter... does it?!
 lilhypa1 · Sun Oct 12, 2008 @ 08:39pm · 0 Comments |
