BackstabberA Poem by Fauna JoyMy mother has left us. She's the only one who makes money, and she's left us in the dust. We have to tiptoe around her for fear of setting her off, so the only release I have is this poem.
There are so many things to say, so much I want to do.
My world is crashing down, and it’s all because of you. You say that you love me, you say you always will. But when you show love at all, it’s for a face on a bill. I used to love you, our lives were great. But now that you’ve left, I feel nothing but hate. It’s all about you, that’s all you’ll ever see. But all I can think of, is what you did to us three. Backstabber. You made our lives revolve around you, always working to your whim. If we wanted to do something, the chance you’d say yes was slim. Dad says he loves you, he says he wants you back. But the only things I can think of, are all the things you lack. I used to love you, our lives were great. But now that you’ve left, I feel nothing but hate. It’s all about you, that’s all you’ll ever see. But all I can think of, is what you did to me. Backstabber. Days after you left, you offered me my life. But you ripped it away, with the pain of a knife. Cause anything we say, anything we do. We always have to tiptoe, for fear of angering you. I used to love you, our lives were great. But now that you've left, I feel nothing but hate. It's all about you, that's all you'll ever see. But all I can think of is what you do to us three. Backstabber. You keep lying to us, you're such a hypocrite. You go off on vacation, and leave us eating grit. We ask you for little, only what we need. But you give next to nothing, even less when we plead. I used to love you, our lives were great. But now that you’ve left, I feel nothing but hate. It’s all about you, that’s all you’ll ever see. But all I can think of, is what you did to me. Backstabber. I’m just so tired, I’m just so sick. I’ve tried telling you how things are, but you’re just so thick. You need to fall on your face, you need to work through the muck. You can ask me for help, but I just don’t give a f**k. © 2011 Fauna Joy |
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1 Review Added on May 16, 2011 Last Updated on May 20, 2011 AuthorFauna JoyConstantly movingAboutI'm a young woman who loves art in all its forms. I love music, I love movies, I love writing, and I love paintings and portraits. I don't know how long it may take me to complete my work or even if i.. more..Writing
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