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Apr 2014
Mother and father
Why always bicker
About every little thing

Not everything is about money
we can still be happy
Only if we try

I'm tired of always
Waking up to yelling
And tons of complaining

I'm saying sorry to you father
For being such a failure
At everything

You can talk to me about plumbing
Or working and building
But I'll never change

And to you dearest mother
I won't forget last summer
When you called me gay

I cried you a river
But you never bothered
To hear me out

We were in a Starbucks
And that was the moment
I died inside

You told me shut up
While you left me crying
Just so you won't
Seem like a bad parent in public

Then when you found out
I harmed myself you
Spread the word

Now my whole family
Keeps their eyes on me
Because they think I've planted
A ****** tree

Then to my sister
I still remember
All of my birthdays
When you left my crying
By always blaming
Me for all our problems

I'm sorry I'm not perfect
That I'm such a burden
But I won't cry
Anymore
I'm done trying to please
Everybody I see

It's just not me
I hope the sloppiness of my poem doesn't get in the way of my emotions.
I'm sorry I'm not perfect.
bxtch
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bxtch  wonderland
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