MistakesA Poem by Annabelle Leean extremely teenagery write. just warning you
Mistakes,
S**t happens, and everyone knows But when your mistakes follow you, it just blows My first real boyfriend was a hands on guy But he grabbed my leg in the math room and i wouldnt let that fly The teacher caught him anyway and split us apart And later that night, I broke his heart Someone brought it up in Algebra the other day The teacher said, "Annie, I didn't know you were that way." I wasn't that girl, I didn't want to be like that I thought by ending the relationship I was taking it back I was smaller, weaker, fell for the tricks Thinking back on it, just makes me sick It was a year ago, but it feels like a lifetime And I don't want to hear about it, No, it's not fine So many mistakes, Like hanging out with your guy friend The one who told you he liked you, again and again Nothing ever happened between him and me People won't forget about that time in the tree I climbed up that tree to hide, get away But he followed me up there one day The coach walks past with his wife and sees us WE WEREN'T DOING ANYTHING, Jesus But that gives everyone free reign to laugh and tease Makes me feel all sluttish and sleaze More mistakes. Like the sickly sweet puke in my room Told one person, and everyone found out real soon Man, that Annabelle Lee's a hot mess Wonder how she manages to even get dressed It was just a mistake, everyone makes a few But you point out others to take attention off you Make yourself look better, look clean But beating someone down with their past is just plain out mean I get teased quite a bit About being a good kid Back in the day, I had no friends Just family and books, and shelves snd bookends Good little Annie and her straight A scores Don't invite her to anything she's just a bore She's no fun, she don't even talk But now I'm loud and funny, I rock And the people who always pushed me away Are trying hader and harder every day Can't remember what they did or said But I remember everything. All locked away in my head I used to hide in my room and cry Because I had nothing to do with my life I felt like I would never fit in Kept waiting for my life to begin And now I' m not sure if it has or not I keep waiting for the skeletons to stop They're in the closet, rattling away And sometimes the kids bring them out to play Annie, why'd you do that? Annabelle, why'd you date him? Belle why didn't you go back? Treeclimber, were you at the park again? I get pissed off and ask them to stop But they're high school kids, assholing's their job I wish that i could take a break And undo all of my previous mistakes © 2013 Annabelle LeeFeatured Review
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12 Reviews Added on March 3, 2013 Last Updated on March 4, 2013 AuthorAnnabelle LeeMiddle of NowhereAboutHello everyone I am Annabelle Lee. I am FINALLY, after June 12, the ripe old age of fifteen. I'm a poet. I want to write novels, as well, but those do not belong on this site in hopes that someday .. more..Writing
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