Time for poems! Finally!
I know.
Why do you care if I'm sad?
Why do you care if I'm mad?
Why do you care if I'm scared?
Why do you care if I'm crazy?
Why do you care if my dad use to hit me?
Why do you care if my mom ignores me?
Why do you care if I have a good relationship with my sister?
Why do you care if I'm afraid to go home?
Your not going to go to my mom and tell her to stop ignoring me.
Your not going to tell my dad to take all my bad memories away.
Are you?
Your just going to ask stupid goddamn questions.
Like: "why do I feel that way, or this way, or what about that way that all the way over there?"
I don't know why I feel that way.
I don't know why I'm sad.
I don't know why I'm mad. Especially.
I don't know why I'm scared.
I just am.
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My fucked up poems
PoetryThese are my fucked up poems. Some people say they like them but I don't believe them. Their alright I guess. I'm going to put quotes in here too and my drawings. But I didn't make them up, their from the books I read. This is my first time doing th...
