Broken Home
Broken Home
You always tell us that
We are the bad things in the family.
But have you never had the thought
That you may be the bad thing ??
We can’t do nothing right in your eyes
But you are Ooo so perfect
You say I’m the worst daughter anyone can have
“Why do I need to have such a stupid kid ?”…
You always say
“Am I such a bad person that I deserved this ??”
That’s another sentence you love to say
When you had a bad day or anything like that
You always get angry
You blame it on me or on my father
But never on your favorite son and other daughter
So one day I’m going to be sick of it
And I will leave forever
I left the house lots of times before
But that one day that I’m tired of your stupid moods
You’ll never see me again
And I hope that then you’re favorite sentence will be
“ Why was I so bad to her ?? “
Tons of hate will make me smile then…
( Not such a good poem but I was feeling very sad this evening
‘cause my mother was once again in her bad mood so … just wanted to express myself. )
You always tell us that
We are the bad things in the family.
But have you never had the thought
That you may be the bad thing ??
We can’t do nothing right in your eyes
But you are Ooo so perfect
You say I’m the worst daughter anyone can have
“Why do I need to have such a stupid kid ?”…
You always say
“Am I such a bad person that I deserved this ??”
That’s another sentence you love to say
When you had a bad day or anything like that
You always get angry
You blame it on me or on my father
But never on your favorite son and other daughter
So one day I’m going to be sick of it
And I will leave forever
I left the house lots of times before
But that one day that I’m tired of your stupid moods
You’ll never see me again
And I hope that then you’re favorite sentence will be
“ Why was I so bad to her ?? “
Tons of hate will make me smile then…
( Not such a good poem but I was feeling very sad this evening
‘cause my mother was once again in her bad mood so … just wanted to express myself. )
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Kimberley: | Vrijdag, juli 09, 2004 17:51 |
| Ik kan me precies vinden in jou gedicht.. me moeder schreeuwt altijd tegen mij.. heeft me al een paar keer bijna dr uit gegooid.. en ik heb nog een klein zusje van 10 en een broertje van 2.. en dat zijn de 2 lieverdjes voor haar hoor.. Begrijp je cht precies denk.. Veel sterkte.. xxx | |
| The unreachable: | Dinsdag, juli 06, 2004 20:03 |
| Het moet wel moeilijk zijn voor jou, als je moeder weer in zo'n slechte stemming is..en ookal zegt ze jou dat je niks goed kan doen, volgens mij kan je dat wel, kijk bijvoorbeeld eens naar dit mooie gedichtje! ;-) | |
| ~Reality~: | Maandag, juli 05, 2004 21:11 |
| So sad, but if you can express yourself in this way there's no problem =) Anyway, I wish you all the luck you need! But you will make it. Love, |
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| Melodramatically: | Maandag, juli 05, 2004 20:51 |
| Well I can truly find myself in it! And express yourself is a good thing! Go on like this! Liefs, Melodramatically |
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| FrozenScar: | Maandag, juli 05, 2004 20:38 |
| It doesn't matter how, as long as you can express yourself!!! Love, frozy |
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| Auteur: DiedFlower | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Dodo | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 05 juli 2004 | ||
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