Me

Just another flow of my nutty emotions.

They speak of me like I'm less
Like I'm a worthless wrench
With their snob and cruel ways
I've developed a way to make them all pay
To make them see what I am and what I will be
What they will see will be me
And what i am and what I'm meant to be
They can rot in hell
I wont give a cows bell
For they have ran me over and spit on me
Acting like I'm the one riddled with disease
Saying I'm so better than my mother
I shall show them who I am
I  shall show them what they are
And what happens when they step on the wrong bee

Author's Note

This poem is from my heart. It goes out for my family that had put me down for being who I am and being different. It may seem harsh but it's what I feel.

Reviews

[steppenwolf]

You are much younger than I am but we share something quite powerful. You have the courage to put these feelings down in writing which is something I've never done. Keep writing!

[Courtney]

Thank you, I do intend to continue writing. I've always had some sort of pull towards expression my emotions through words. :)