By Arcassinburnham




My father never gave a ****,
So what are you to me,
Dieing in the fear of needing him,
he never came to see me,
Had a family already up in Tallahassee,
Thats why I don't like betrayal and those nasty *** hussys,
Fight through the pain of rejection and bullies,
I never knew how to handle it,
Situations overthrew me,
Moms tried to calm me down,
But I didn't listen,
Too much stuff going on,
Had to keep my distance.




We

All

See

Your

Problem

Arcassin.


I put everything I had in to poetry,
Mom told me follow your dreams,
And be the best in history,
So one day made a blog,
On how I want the poem to be,
And every since then,
I've seen a lot of progress from the google freaks,
So when you judge,
You need to judge correctly,
Now I got a whole of enemies around me,
Heat seeking,
And you think I don't bring a knife everywhere
With me,
Do you get me,

I've got no memory at all,
Of how things use to be,
Most of the past is great,
Unlike confrontation following me.
And til this day Im still in hell living,
Now ain't that depressing.