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[sid] => 6954
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => MAD
[time] => 2002-11-18 13:00:00
[hometext] => about being angry
[bodytext] => Through out these blundering seasons,
I hide in my own little dungeon for various reasons. To stop you from yelling at me when you are mad, And for me to not make you unhappy or sad. It seems that every time we talk, You make me cry, and make me feel like chalk. I feel as I’m sketching you away. And one day you won’t be there for me and say, That you love me a lot, Even after we always fought. You put me through consternation, Sometimes even confusion. I don’t know if you hate me, Or if you’re just mad at me. I can’t always see, What you show with your expression to me. . You always end up yelling at me, I push you away, cause you can’t see, You can’t give in to what I am, Do you want my world in style to expand? Shunned for life by Ashley you think, But she has no affect on me, only sync. I stay in my own dungeon cause you can’t see, I make you mad excessively. I don’t like to see you mad, So I don’t see you when you’re glad. You’re under a lot of stress I know, And I feel I make it worst for me to show. Every time after I get you mad, I run to my room to cry and be sad. But this isn’t all about me you see, I feel as if I put you in anguish for all these years to be, I try to break away, Maybe just to fall day by day, So one day you wont have to yell, Make me cry, or you get mad but are swell. Do I make you dismal? Where you wish you could just fall? I’m sorry for what I put you through, Every day of my life I wish to correct my mistakes for what I do. Face to face we get, I make you mad I admit. With my low grades and talking back, I’m surprised you haven’t put me in a sack. I will try to make things easy for you now, Not to get you mad, and although I don’t know how, I will try Until I die, I’m sorry for what I put you through. Everyday you see me, I make you blue. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 202 [topic] => 43 [informant] => frozensuicide [notes] => [ihome] => 1 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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