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Things I Know

Contributed by frick_of_nature on Wednesday, 21st July 2004 @ 10:39:42 PM in AEST
Topic: FamilyPoems



Well I’m sorry that I hurt you
I didn’t mean to do it
Sometimes it just happens
I don’t even think through it

Those times I yelled at you
And you yelled right back
We can’t hear each other
Our voices overlap

Sometimes I stomp my feet
Sometimes I slam the door
Sometimes I throw a fit
And, I know, dealing with me’s a chore

I know how childlike I am
When all I do is ignore
That’s one way I can deal
To act like you are no more

As for the opposite
Our screaming matches aren’t much fun
Well, sometimes they are, but still
I can’t wait for them to be done

There are other times I know
When I don’t do any of these
I’m a worse ***** then
And you swear I’m part of the Nazis

Remember when I said I hate you
I just wanted to die
I couldn’t believe I told you
That I told you such a lie

There were times I made you cry
You had many to talk to
Sometimes tears fell from me
But what was I to do

You don’t know the pain you cause me
I hide it best I can
You don’t see the pain upon my face
And I guess that’s the plan

Oh Mother what are we to do?
There are times I can’t even speak to you
Instead I cry in my room
So my feelings won’t be an issue

There’s one thing in particular
I’ve been a witch about the car
But it feels things are moving so slow
When I feel I’ve come so far

All my friends are already there
When I began before them
I just wanted it to hurry and get done
Because the car was my precious gem

I may seem ungrateful
I may seem a witch
But I want my car and a job
So I can get rich

I do love the car you found
And I love you even more
Please don’t take it away from me
Because I’m such a whore

I know I should say what I feel
It would be easier for both of us
Things would work better
If I weren’t such a little actress

The thing is I’m not sure
Exactly how I feel sometimes
I get more confused
Especially when I try to make rhymes

I guess that’s why I write this poem
I know it won’t make up for what I’ve done
It’s just to say I’m sorry
Please don’t make fun

Do you remember those times years ago
I was your little girl, your little sweetie pie
It seemed like forever ago
But I still remember you and I

Now all we do is fight
When we speak that is
And while it doesn’t seem that way
It’s those old memories I miss

This isn’t the ideal way to apologize
I know that’s true
But the way we are talking
It’s the best I feel I can do

One thing-just know I love you
No one else’s daughter would I rather be
One more thing though
Next time we speak just try to listen to me




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Re: Things I Know (User Rating: 1 )
by RavenShadows on Wednesday, 21st July 2004 @ 11:20:30 PM AEST
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This is wonderful. I can totally relate, a great write. Keep up the good work.


Re: Things I Know (User Rating: 1 )
by nexxa on Thursday, 22nd July 2004 @ 01:42:41 AM AEST
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How many times I so wanted to say the same things with my own mother and it took until I was an adult to get thru it she really needs to see this poem because If it is the only way you can tell her your feelings then share it with her it was an amazing read
thank you for sharing with us.

nexxa


Re: Things I Know (User Rating: 1 )
by paula_kay23 on Thursday, 22nd July 2004 @ 08:23:24 AM AEST
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nearly every one can relate to this whether they have fights with mums, dads or friends even.
the way you want some one to read your poems but worry about them making fun is how i am, i dont think she would make fun though its very goodx




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