notA Poem by PasDeChatMy child hates me, finds me a prude. I try to be in ... but I know I am not "Cool"
My guise is spoiled, she things me a fool I am an old lady who only annoys her and a tool
I ride you around give you money and false claim You pretend you care and that I am not in pain
I yet I go on pretending that I dont feel the same I am not in the loop of your emotion , cut out and in vein
I only wished to be a part of the game, instead, I am lame The others you let in they are "cool" and I hang my head in shame
© 2008 PasDeChatAuthor's Note
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