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Sep 2013
I kind of really hate you
Sometimes I try to convince myself that I don't
But nah
I think I do
You're so cold
And so rude
Not sure how you live like that
Every day with so much hate
Holding onto grudges
Holding onto the past
Like it's the only thing you have

You need a talking to
You think you're so smart
And so well rounded
But you honestly know nothing
You're not even grounded
Thinking you can do as you please
And say everything you think
C'mon, put a filter on that mouth
Not everyone values your opinion
After all, you're still a child
Dependent upon others
Maybe when you can hold your own
And make a name for yourself
Can you then walk around like you
Own the place
But until then, shut up
Life isn't a race
Life isn't a game
Grow the **** up
You stupid *****
Just a little vent.

© Peyton 2013
Emily
Written by
Emily  Austin
(Austin)   
506
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