TiredA Poem by Just Brooke
I'm tired of my mom being sick
I'm tired of the doctors getting it wrong Tired of walking on glass so that I don't step on a crack in the pavement and hurt my mother tired of my siblings creating the cracks and bringing her into depression so that I have more cracks to avoid tired of my sister staying with her jerk boyfriend and saying its because she has no self-esteem cuz dad didn't love us enough when he gave us everything we could want tired of people complaining about their weight and then taking more than a sliver of cake tired of shallow people tired of my best friend sleeping with all my exes tired of people talking about abortion like its just a debate on weather fords or chevys run better Tired of people saying its for the best that baby could have grown to be a serial killer yeah well what if he became the doctor that found the cure for aids? Tired of people complaining about world hunger, and saying lives need to be saved and yet over a million babies are killed before getting a chance at breathing tired of people wishing they could look like the stars when the stars are made of plastic tired of people complaining about the president they voted for tired of kids smoking pot and disobeying their parents and then complaining when they get punished tired of keeping my f*****g mouth shut every time you put me down These scars are from every time you made me feel like less of a person and I'm not gonna hide them anymore Maybe people should see what you've done to me God damn it I'm tired of you talking about Jim Jones and Charles Manson and Hitler Are you gonna do anything about it? Are you gonna pray about it? No then just shut up! I'm sorry that I'm not perfect I'm sorry I love you and believe me if I could be perfect I would be and if I could not love you I would hate your guts like I hate that stupid ten minute parking sign outside the DMV always getting me tickets If I could Change who I am I think I would, not to prove anything, but just to be a better person, I think everyone would change something. But you know what it doesn't help for you to tell me all my flaws. I've lived 17 years with them, I think I know them better than you. © 2011 Just Brooke |
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Added on April 3, 2011 Last Updated on April 3, 2011 Author
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