The real life

by Tiffany   May 16, 2006


Ears are for listening but its the last thing i see my parents doing they are all for listening to mi until its about complaining or expressing somthing the one way to do it is write a letter i did and everything worked out now we yell the fact being my friends are all upset when i am witch makes me feel bad and i dont like telling all the reasons whjy im depressed coz its hard and shit so i make somthing up about something else thats getting to me not the main subject and my life problems just get bigger causing you to take anger out it used to come out in pain BUT then i realized that i have that many open wounds and scars on the inside i dont need the same on the outside. ive done enough on the outside and the inside is only going to get worse why show people that by putting it on the outside coz thats what i caused the inside wounds and scars are not cased from scissors knives blades safety pins broken glass or mirror or anything that can hurt

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