Not Another Teenage PessimistA Poem by Keli ReneeHe said, She said, He's dead.
Now everyone's screwed.
I know I am, how 'bout you?
You don't know?
Neither do I. Nothing left but to do and die.
Do and die?
I won't even try. Depressed yet again,
Not one to follow the trend.
I stay hyped up.
You keep being fucked up.
Yeah, I went there.
Wouldn't you, too?
Still don't know? Well, f**k you. Love...Compassion...
Don't pretend its the day's latest fashion.
You do nothin but deceive and betray;
And the truth wouldn't shine in the sun's brightest ray.
Do you know what these words mean?
Figure them out.
I'm done being the one telling you what its about.
The mind games...the tears...
I can't believe I told you my fears.
Eyes oh so cold;
Spoken words of comfort, generations old.
Did you follow a tape recorder?
Write and remember those lines? I doubt you could remember the price of a court fine.
Now I'm harsh?
Now I'm cruel. In, the end, you're the one who made themselves a fool.
I could overlook your indesretions,
But you won't overlook my imperfections.
So now I'm done with it...with you.
And all I have left to say is forget you, too.
© 2010 Keli ReneeAuthor's Note
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10 Reviews Added on December 12, 2009 Last Updated on February 22, 2010 AuthorKeli ReneePortsmouth, VAAboutKonnichiwa!!! I'm Keli. I'm a 16 year old junior living in Virginia. I sing, I write, I read, I draw, and I'm *trying* to become a good photographer. Wish me luck? Meeting new people excites me .. more..Writing
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