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What You Don't Want Your Friends To Read
Oh, I can hear it now…
“I’m sorry…”
“I didn’t mean it…”
“I didn’t know…”
Oh, I can here it all,
Even the junk I wish I would hear
That even if I do it’ll just drown in the guilt of the other pretty words
I want to hear
“Suck it up!”
“Tell someone damn it!”
“Don’t hang out with them if you feel that way!”
Heh,
But no matter what I hear it’ll just continue.
The constant feeling of being ignored
Only paid attention to when I’m being used
Whether it’s bad or indifferent
It’s still just being used.
Oh joy!
This is the crap you don’t want your friends to read!
If only for the guilt that you know they’ll show as they continue to…
Well continue to make you feel played with, poked and prodded
As they so sincerely tell you they’re sorry.
I dread the feeling of them reading this…
Oh God what will they say after they read this…
I suppose it doesn’t matter though
The whole world can read,
If only I can get this off my chest.
If only I can just get it over with.
To think that none of this is to make them feel bad
It’s just statements strung together…
A rip off of real feelings being put into words
Isn’t it sad, though?
That the moment they’ll confront me
I’ll just feel worse…
After all the obligation to tell a friend
“It’s okay.”
“Don’t feel bad.”
“Don’t be sorry it was just a poem.”
Is just so great…
Oh, I can hear it now…
“I’m sorry…”
“I didn’t mean it…”
“I didn’t know…”
Oh, I can here it all,
Even the junk I wish I would hear
That even if I do it’ll just drown in the guilt of the other pretty words
I want to hear
“Suck it up!”
“Tell someone damn it!”
“Don’t hang out with them if you feel that way!”
Heh,
But no matter what I hear it’ll just continue.
The constant feeling of being ignored
Only paid attention to when I’m being used
Whether it’s bad or indifferent
It’s still just being used.
Oh joy!
This is the crap you don’t want your friends to read!
If only for the guilt that you know they’ll show as they continue to…
Well continue to make you feel played with, poked and prodded
As they so sincerely tell you they’re sorry.
I dread the feeling of them reading this…
Oh God what will they say after they read this…
I suppose it doesn’t matter though
The whole world can read,
If only I can get this off my chest.
If only I can just get it over with.
To think that none of this is to make them feel bad
It’s just statements strung together…
A rip off of real feelings being put into words
Isn’t it sad, though?
That the moment they’ll confront me
I’ll just feel worse…
After all the obligation to tell a friend
“It’s okay.”
“Don’t feel bad.”
“Don’t be sorry it was just a poem.”
Is just so great…
Your Friends to Read...
Well this is what I'd prefer my friends not read. It's not even for all of them. Just all most all of them. Most of the ones I go to school with really.
Just peachy isn't it?
I actually just wrote it up, probably took less then twenty minutes to pour my heart out to get it off my chest...
I'm just sick of only being acknowledged when someone wants something, when they want me to do something, or when I'm the only one there.
I'm always there, I know so much I wish I didn't, but they just keep dishing it out because I'm the only one who'll listen... because I don't have the heart to tell them to shove their sad stories where the sun don't shine.
I think I might have another poem up here like that... if not I'll be sure to stick it up here for the hell of it.
Actually I know about one person who would do what I really wanted. I just don't know which of the three things he would say. (The three things I'm referring to are indeed the things I said I wanted to hear in the poem that probably sound really harsh.)
Anyway if anyone actually read this rant I'm sorry for ranting but thanks for sticking it out.
Comment if you want, say what you want about the poem or my little rant down here I'll reply if I think I should...
Well this is what I'd prefer my friends not read. It's not even for all of them. Just all most all of them. Most of the ones I go to school with really.
Just peachy isn't it?
I actually just wrote it up, probably took less then twenty minutes to pour my heart out to get it off my chest...
I'm just sick of only being acknowledged when someone wants something, when they want me to do something, or when I'm the only one there.
I'm always there, I know so much I wish I didn't, but they just keep dishing it out because I'm the only one who'll listen... because I don't have the heart to tell them to shove their sad stories where the sun don't shine.
I think I might have another poem up here like that... if not I'll be sure to stick it up here for the hell of it.
Actually I know about one person who would do what I really wanted. I just don't know which of the three things he would say. (The three things I'm referring to are indeed the things I said I wanted to hear in the poem that probably sound really harsh.)
Anyway if anyone actually read this rant I'm sorry for ranting but thanks for sticking it out.
Comment if you want, say what you want about the poem or my little rant down here I'll reply if I think I should...
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