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The End

March 25, 2014
By alwaysreal BRONZE, Harvey, Louisiana
alwaysreal BRONZE, Harvey, Louisiana
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Favorite Quote:
Immature love says: &#039;I love you because I need you.&#039; Mature love says &#039;I need you because I love you.&#039;<br /> Erich Fromm<br /> The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge but imagination.<br /> Albert Einstein<br /> Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing.<br /> Benjamin Franklin


People say I have a pretty face.
But when I look in the mirror I see disgrace.
It's all because of you. All the hate that I feel.
Can't hold it in. It has to come out.

I've let you in but it never seemed to workout.
Can you hear me now. When I'm yelling at you from the clouds. I've given you so many chances.
And you're never going to have one again.

Remember that happy girl I used to be? Well she's gone and it's all because of you. For o long I let you get away. But now I'm going to make you pay for bringing me so much pain.

You brought me so far down I can't even stand up now.
All those horrid memories of endless lies and cries.
Hateful words that made it to my young ears.
You are never going to see me fall or fail like I did then because now
all you are to me is the two words stuck in my head.
The two words that I will say to you if, and I hope not, we meet again. THE END


The author's comments:
For to long he made me feel useless, unworthy, and unloved. But I found out that was him not me.

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on May. 21 2014 at 7:09 pm
alwaysreal BRONZE, Harvey, Louisiana
2 articles 0 photos 11 comments

Favorite Quote:
Immature love says: &#039;I love you because I need you.&#039; Mature love says &#039;I need you because I love you.&#039;<br /> Erich Fromm<br /> The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge but imagination.<br /> Albert Einstein<br /> Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing.<br /> Benjamin Franklin

I know this is all over the place but I wrote it durring an emotional sate. This poem is about my boilogical father. A father that was never there.