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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Reconsider Your Miss Judgment of Me
[time] => 2003-07-27 23:45:00
[hometext] => I wrote this to my Mom so she might reconsider you plans of sending me to a juvenile facility. I guess you can say I messed up big time and now I am just trying to find away out of something I fear. Please post your comments. Enjoy!!!!
[bodytext] => Yesterday held such better days I never knew our lives had such different ways I hated you when I was younger for hiding so much from me I knew deep down I really did love you even if you never let me see You were always there to pick me up when I was younger You never let me know the true pains of hunger Yet I could never show respect to you for some reason I knew as I grew you would still be there just like the seasons I never trusted you like I used to, before things changed I never let you near my heart, but kept you in range Now that I am older I see the pain I caused you But wonder why you can’t take it a year longer, with all I do I don’t want to go to a teen center I don’t want to only see you on weekends and keep in touch through a letter I know I messed up, I know I did wrong, please don’t make me leave I can’t bear to be in a small environment with the people who deceive I know I let you down in the past and will continue to let you down But I never led you on to believe I deserved to wear the lord’s crown I messed up but sending me away won’t make me a better person It won’t make me gain respect for the authority of any kind but make me a harder person I will learn to push everyone and everything further from my heart I will learn to close myself off from those who want to be with me and have a part I don’t need anyone to hold my hand and lead me across the busy street Life isn’t made for those made of anything less then concrete I will run into life’s traffic and come out with but a few scratches My heart is not as beautiful to look at as others, mine contains more patches Where one of my loved ones fall I pick up the pieces and continue on with the fight I have become like an alert cat ready to strike at anything that doesn’t look right I know I have become a stranger to you and left you with nothing more then memories But when you don’t see me crying when someone tells sad and painful stories It’s not because I have become evil or closed my heart off to everything I only chose to live reality I don’t chose to turn a blind eye to the wrong doings while I sing I live life for what it is and though that makes me a harder and stronger person At least in the end I know I will make it through my life’s journey So why send me away and punish me for surviving? [comments] => 1 [counter] => 184 [topic] => 43 [informant] => daydreamer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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