stringy hair and mixed up feelings
too much makeup and healing scars
no time to worry about capital letters
when im concerned for my health
financial aid and stress management
my dad likes the army a lot
my mom wants me to go to savannah
so she can visit the beach
My brother thinks im a ******
who cant roll out of bed
and maybe I could stand
to work out some
im a bit of a narcissist
**** how do you spell narcissist
anyway, im an attention *****
and ill tell you your pretty to hear you tell me I am too
but don't tell anyone
theyd say "no! youre nice."
im a *****
stop being a sycophant
Don't tell me im pretty
someone should slap me
I abuse everyone who loves me
because I like that I can
stop letting me
tell me off
or don't
because I like this power
but that's beside the point
im rambling about myself again
narcissism
its a problem
Daddy says don't swear
then tells me im not worth ****
but not in those exact words
irony all the same
and wouldn't they like to know
im not so innocent
11 years old in the mouth
but I know my way around a man
My friends don't suit me
I hate all of their jokes
I hate myself when im with them
and I hate them even more
they may read this
less bridges to burn I suppose
extra matches to light on your sandpaper hands baby
god I love those hands
the only person I never hate
and the only person I always love
I don't know how you did it
but I love you and all your fantastical clichés
this poem is long now
no one will bother to read
a long poem about
a boring girl and how shes a two faced *****
I hope this message
gets across
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 10:55 PM UTC
stringy hair and mixed up feelings
too much makeup and healing scars
no time to worry about capital letters
when im concerned for my health
financial aid and stress management
my dad likes the army a lot
my mom wants me to go to savannah
so she can visit the beach
My brother thinks im a ******
who cant roll out of bed
and maybe I could stand
to work out some
im a bit of a narcissist
**** how do you spell narcissist
anyway, im an attention *****
and ill tell you your pretty to hear you tell me I am too
but don't tell anyone
theyd say "no! youre nice."
im a *****
stop being a sycophant
Don't tell me im pretty
someone should slap me
I abuse everyone who loves me
because I like that I can
stop letting me
tell me off
or don't
because I like this power
but that's beside the point
im rambling about myself again
narcissism
its a problem
Daddy says don't swear
then tells me im not worth ****
but not in those exact words
irony all the same
and wouldn't they like to know
im not so innocent
11 years old in the mouth
but I know my way around a man
My friends don't suit me
I hate all of their jokes
I hate myself when im with them
and I hate them even more
they may read this
less bridges to burn I suppose
extra matches to light on your sandpaper hands baby
god I love those hands
the only person I never hate
and the only person I always love
I don't know how you did it
but I love you and all your fantastical clichés
this poem is long now
no one will bother to read
a long poem about
a boring girl and how shes a two faced *****
I hope this message
gets across