Do you know who I truely am?
Or is true..you juss don't give a damn?
If you knew the truth, would you still call?
Or do you lie when you say; you'll catch me when I fall?
Everday I get a new bruise...
Im getting sick of your abuse...
I'm starting to break more each day...
It seems...you think im made of clay
Bbut hunny, even clay wil melt..
I'll justt pretend I never felt...
Any of those nasty things you've sai to me..
Oh babe..why can't you see..
Each day I deal wiff alll your bull shit...
With everything I do, you through a fit!
They tell me not frown...
but how does that work when the person im with is a clown!
Hunny. You always say that you are joking,
But, you are making me feel like I am choking.
Im getting sick of all this hurt...
You act like i m only dirt!
Well hunny, I have some advise.
But we'll have to be quiet as mice...
I won't let you step all over me much longer!
Baby, im growing stronger.
You dont like this thought?
Well baby, all my life i've been distraught.
Hunn, its time for you to give in,
Im through letting you sin.
You think you can treat me like this?
Well babe i now stand strong wiff an iron fist.
Because hunny, your to blame,
for ALL my pain
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