Welcome to Cathytown where the grass is always pinker. Where the moon and the sun fall in love and where everything's better when everyones together. I had a heart to heart with my mum today, I was angry that.. She didn't understand me, I was afraid that she didn't love me and that it was my own fault. She told me I couldn't be anymore wrong, that she shouts at me so I can grow, she's ******* me because... Well, no one else is.. Not in Cathytown.
She said I have to grow up eventually, and see that the world isn't as sensitive as I'm going to be. She said she loves me so much her heart hurts every time I stay out til midnight after every row and argument but she can't reach out because I'm too hurt to let her in. She said I was born perfect, two eyes, two hands, two legs, perfectly healthy. So it hurts her when I say I'm not beautiful, not good enough.
Cathytown... Where dreams come true in a blink of an eye, Cathytown, where friendship is forever And true love can blossom and *** isn't as important as intimate conversations.
Please let me stay in Cathytown... Where I can watch disneychannel and drink tea and make others happy by just being me.. I know I get sad sometimes, But staying strong is my anthem I know I get dramatic and weird and over emotional ... But hey, that's just me.
The poem says it all. Thanks for the great response on my previous poem too.