Home Has Nothing To Do With It

Home Has Nothing To Do With It

A Poem by AlmostWhatIWant

Remember when, we had said
That this had gone on too long
Wed had enough, and so fed up
With all the things that were so tough
I went back into the house, into my room
What used to be my mental glue
It held me together, and held me up
My knees were weak but my words were tough

And i cant wait, to sleep in late
Forgetting all you passed along
In words of hate, in spite of faith
That one day id be gone

I wasted my summers all alone
Eyes glued to the monitor for so long
I was a wreck, id taken it rough
But you could be understanding so
I guess that your glare said enough
And if you think, that im all alone
Youd be right but ive grown
Away from the attitude that solitude
Is the only thing that could save me
From becoming like you

And i cant wait, to sleep in late
Forgetting all you passed along
In words of hate, in spite of faith
That one day id be gone

So here alone, in my room
Keeping my eyes on the screen like
They had been fixed there
Taped and glued, to keep me safe
From seeing all the things that
You brought home with you
You called him this, you called me that
But i was always one step ahead of your trap
I wont fall in, i wont die alone
But youll be sorry and ill be gone
Youll be sorry and ill be gone

I ran from them, i ran from you
Im done with this and done with you
I ran from them, i ran from you
Im done with this and done with you
(And you know, that your all alone)
I ran from them, i ran from you
(Im done with you and your attitude)
Im done with this and im done with you
(You never thought i wouldnt be alone)
I ran from them, i ran from you
(But ive grown from that and your wrong)
Im done with them, this, and you

© 2008 AlmostWhatIWant


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AlmostWhatIWant
Unmodified, typed as it flows.

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AlmostWhatIWant
AlmostWhatIWant

Vernon, NJ



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Im just a writer. Ageless in spirit but trapped inside the body of a rather confused boy. Welcome and enjoy the music: Im 16, and i write like ive lived enough lives to die enough for everyone cur.. more..

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