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Array ( [sid] => 3950 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => How Does He Know? [time] => 2002-09-17 19:44:13 [hometext] => [bodytext] => I don't know why he can't accept me,
Me, just the way that I am,
I'll never be the son he wanted,
Or a doctor like he planned.
I'll never cure diseases
Other than those of the heart,
And I'll never win a Nobel Prize
For just doing my part.
I'll never win a Grammy or an Oscar
And I'll never be a star,
And I won't look down my nose at people
Who haven't gotten very far.
I'll always bear the scars of life,
And I think I bear them well,
But as much as he expects of me
I really couldn't tell.
I am not perfect
And to tell you the truth, I never said I was,
But when asked why he pushes me so,
He answers, "Just because."
He won't accept that it's my life,
My world that I'm living in,
And that to do things my way
Isn't a sin.
He's a hypocrite, yelling and screaming,
Forcing his beliefs on me,
But, you know what, I'd like to think that I
Was born in THIS half of 20th Century.
I refuse to wait and grovel,
Or do everything he asks,
Because he's never there when I need him,
How does he know what I lack? [comments] => 5 [counter] => 212 [topic] => 6 [informant] => ginsdance [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
How Does He Know?

Contributed by ginsdance on Tuesday, 17th September 2002 @ 07:44:13 PM in AEST
Topic: AngryPoetry



I don't know why he can't accept me,
Me, just the way that I am,
I'll never be the son he wanted,
Or a doctor like he planned.
I'll never cure diseases
Other than those of the heart,
And I'll never win a Nobel Prize
For just doing my part.
I'll never win a Grammy or an Oscar
And I'll never be a star,
And I won't look down my nose at people
Who haven't gotten very far.
I'll always bear the scars of life,
And I think I bear them well,
But as much as he expects of me
I really couldn't tell.
I am not perfect
And to tell you the truth, I never said I was,
But when asked why he pushes me so,
He answers, "Just because."
He won't accept that it's my life,
My world that I'm living in,
And that to do things my way
Isn't a sin.
He's a hypocrite, yelling and screaming,
Forcing his beliefs on me,
But, you know what, I'd like to think that I
Was born in THIS half of 20th Century.
I refuse to wait and grovel,
Or do everything he asks,
Because he's never there when I need him,
How does he know what I lack?




Copyright © ginsdance ... [ 2002-09-17 19:44:13]
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Re: How Does He Know? (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 18th September 2002 @ 01:07:39 AM AEST
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Great write Gin you can really feel the anger in this one. I know a friend that would love this as he is in the same type of situation with his father I think I will direct him here to read it.


Re: How Does He Know? (User Rating: 1 )
by MisterRight on Wednesday, 18th September 2002 @ 02:35:34 AM AEST
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Great write Gin... again.

You are a star to someone... everyone is.

Curtis


Re: How Does He Know? (User Rating: 1 )
by Chicken on Wednesday, 18th September 2002 @ 03:34:26 AM AEST
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that was an extremely good write Gin, it conveys so much in so few words


Re: How Does He Know? (User Rating: 1 )
by LJ on Thursday, 19th September 2002 @ 03:59:25 AM AEST
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This is a great write. Nice job.


Re: How Does He Know? (User Rating: 1 )
by POETRY_AND_LOVE_BUG on Saturday, 7th December 2002 @ 03:00:28 PM AEST
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~very good you got a talent
take advantage of it~

~britteny~




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