Why?

by Tiffanie   May 1, 2007


Why is it that no one can tell
that you out of all people are
going threw? your parents are
always braging oh my daughter
is the good one she has never done
that and if she has she whould have told
me? my daughter is a good girl she has never
got caught with drugs in her purse and my daughter
has never had to have the cops called on her when she
got drunk at school? why is it that people take time to talk about you and me but when it comes to them they have nothing to say? why is it that when i go home i can just start to think of all the shit in the past and start to cut till i cant stop no more? why is it that my parents cant see the battle that i am going threw like the time i came home drunk and they asked me where i was and i told them that the movie ended late that night? why is it that you cant see who i am and love me like that instead i ask you why?

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