Told you all I'm getting hitched on gaiaonline.
No clue what to do after the I do's and will you take this woman.
I'm 18 and never been french kissed and I don't like guys feeling me.
When he starts typing something I'm not ready for,
do I do a debbie downer and make his junk soft?
I don't want a divorce the morning after so *** do I do
when he starts in with the mmmm's I've seen in dad's chat logs?

I posted an invite to my wedding on gaiaonline on forums.
I got you stupid, he wants ***, he will cheat on you the whole gambit.
Beats the heck out of getting hitched in the real and he cheats.
He says he loves me and I love him so we try marriage online.
If it don't work wtfu did I lose? Losing virginity on the net don't count.
Or does describing *** count as real ***?
Guys who want to do me say no and they tell me I will love it.

Ok ok already! You sound like my dad when he barks out orders. I tune him out and was gonna tune you out. You make too much freaking noise. I checked and yeah he made the comments. Went to deleted profile and other one not deleted and yeah saw poems with comments. Now can you give us a break and stop freaking posting? She can have my poems if she wants to post venting about my dad who cheats and his evil *****

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personal hell    1964 -  
Unimportant.

I will never get married because marriages don't last.
Being a product of divorce blows big chunks all the time.
You tell your parents how you feel and they say
"we will discuss it dear" but they never do it.
My mom was always on her cell phone talking her
tmi friend who tells all  and how she and strangers
she meets placing personals have fun in her boudoir.
Don't reach for a thesaurus means her bedroom.
It's gross trying to get ready for classes and hearing
your mom talk about *** and big **** plastic surgery
she wants to get to keep her girly figure right and tight.
I got body image issues due to her can't stop looking
for flaws and wrinkles ******* mental complexes.
Need therapy much dumb and vain mother?
Could be why dad found a younger version of you
in evil ***** clone he lives with who loves his fat wallet.
No way can that someone with a hot *** want his
gray hair with more than one bald spot and flabby abs.
He works out but he's got a *** that quit even when
he spends hours exercising at the gym and dancing
trying to be my age saying old **** getting jiggy with it.
I think **** me now when he says that and I hate my life.
I feel messed up in the head because my parents hate
who they are and I hate myself most days because that's
what I learned from them. Should I go out and have
*** with as many men as mom and her friends? Should
I meet guys off the internet like mom now does? Should I
meet a man who will take care of me like the woman
dad is with who loves his fat wallet and great job
and be the kind of woman my dad likes? Would dad
be proud if I wanted surgery to get huge ***** like vain mom?
Would mom care if I had *** with a guy in the back of
his pick up like she bragged to her friend about? Would
my teachers care if I sat in the back and cheated like the
girl who gets answers from tests in exchange for quickies
in cars during lunch. She is tardy for the party and class
a lot. Teachers don't notice what's happening in schools
and they don't freaking care if I study my *** off
to get the same grades and I don't sleep with all the jocks.
Maybe I should because I'm messed up in the head at 18 and
nobody cares about me but me and that's a short list.
Have friends but they have some of the same body
issues and mental ones like me. I'm messed up in the
head because I get accused of having *** and I'm still
a ****** but thinking about giving up the goods to
the one I met through personals. He wanted to cmid and
I proved I'm legal. On the fence about giving away my
virginity. Too ****** bad my mother and dad are
busy and have mental issues and have no time for the
girl they dressed up when she was a tyke but forgot about
when she needed a training bra.

I could tell whoopers and get you in trouble
or take a lover and run off to Europe, Asia or
Africa where you, mom and gold digger can't find me.
Got some nibbles on the net when I placed an ad
seeking someone to take me away from this
miserable existence I call my no fairy tale life.
I could travel incognito and wear a Burqa in a far
off place where you can't come unless you leave
***** at home wearing shorts up to her parts
that are half covered by tight and short teenager
clothes she still wears to keep you from looking
at all the ladies on facebook you still friend and
chat with behind her back. That would make your
gold digging ****** if she knew what you did
when she wasn't logged to facebook. She thinks she
got you tied to her for eternity and for ever more.
Look at me and mom evil *****! He was mom's and
now you think he's yours. I'm glad I'm 18 and can
live where ever I want. I found a way to get out of the
country when I get my passport I ordered in a few
weeks. It will be bye bye dad, *****, and baby
sibling I dad never told me about forever. BUT,
I think I will miss my mother even if she is
dumb and believed her life was a fairy tale
then she found out dad the freaking loser was
cheating.

Peanut sized brain
dumb people who **** in
public and lie about it.
People writing poems taking
cheap shots at people writing
big words and long poems.
People writing they don't like poems
using big words are dumb ones
who don't understand the big words.
Hows about I buy you a thesaurus
so you can look em up.
Hows about I buy you a dictionary
or you use a spell checker.
People who take low freaking blows
are jealous of ones using big words.
I'm 18, I'm entitled to write poems
slamming people who are jealous
of people who write long poems
with big words because they
don't know what the words mean.

I really do have a friend who is jealous of me
kinda like that ***** my dad is with.
She says she hates what I write and I write long poems
Wish she would keep her stupid opinions to herself.
I'm 18 and she killed my liking to write off the internet
long poem with big words us teens like to us a lot.
Thanks for ruining my love for writing my feelings!
Read a poem about Poorly poeticized perspectives
saying mean things about poems like the ones I used to write to myself.
All you can do is criticize but you need to learn to spell.