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[aid] => mick
[title] => Things I Know
[time] => 2004-07-21 22:39:42
[hometext] => I wrote this because my mom and I have been fighting quite a bit lately, like really bad. It's pretty personal.
[bodytext] => 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 [comments] => 3 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 23 [informant] => frick_of_nature [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => FamilyPoems )
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