Falling Petals

Falling Petals

Thursday, 15 December 2011

A Life Summary...So Far

You think You Know Me

You think you know me. You look, then whisper.
you think I can’t hear you, you think I can’t hear what anyone says,
News flash, I can.

You think I’m used to people laughing,
after all, we do hear them all the time.
You’d think that by now, I’d be fine
with the way people talk to me or treat me,
considering you’re not the first to be….a huge meanie.
Hell no.

I’m human, I feel,
I feel no heal when you hurt me a great deal.
I feel only pain, and no, I’m NOT insane.
I feel the stares along with glares.

I can’t help but feel so alone and sad,
when you always poke and push, you treat me so bad.
Yes I cry, but you honestly wonder why?
Are you serious?


There are no words to explain what I went through.
I would think it’s all me,
I would think it’s the way I look,
I would think it’s the way I speak,
I would think it’s the way I smile or laugh,
Well, I think you’re just an ass.

You call me fat, I would not eat.
You call me ugly; I would wear a mask when I would take a seat.
You call me stupid, I would not speak.

For this I hate you,
I hate you for what you made me feel.
You made me feel fat, ugly, stupid and plain.
You made me feel sad, alone, with no back bone.
You made me feel like I was the only one,
sitting in the dark, where there was no sun.

I was in a dark place, with no light to shine,
on why I did not feel so fine.
I fixed everything that was wrong,
But you did not approve.

You continued to treat me the way you did.
Laughing, teasing, then brushing it off.
You would say, “oh, what are you talking about?”

Well here is what I am about to shout.

I am a girl, a sensitive one,
I care what people say no matter who they are.
THAT should be my greatest flaw.
To care what you say, when YOU are no one,
You are nothing to me,
just something as small as a flea.
You creep, buzz and annoy,
as you treat others as your toy.
You hear but you don’t listen,
why do I bother.

You made me feel so small,
I wanted to explode.
Well listen hear doll.

I’m a girl who won’t deal with your crap,
you’re mean, you just pull people into your trap.
You make others hurt because you feel,
alone yourself, you don’t know how to deal.
Well this is no reason for you to act like this
because you can only give one diss.

You’re not going to bring me down,
I will not take it, I will not frown.
You can say what you say, but in the end,
all that there is, is you without a friend.
So when you’re all alone come and talk to me,
who knows, maybe I’ll see,
if I have enough positive energy,
to help you be,

a better person.

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