Okay you guys I am just going to blab on until I can think of another poem. Because I want to write another one it's just it's hot and stick and bleeeeeeeehhhhhhhhh outside and inside so I really have nowhere to escape. i need cooooooolllldddd... The only thing I like about summer is that I don't have to go to school. YUS!!!! lol but summer is almost over and that really sucks because I really really don't want to go back to school. School sucks some big butt...lol well that was a new phrase. Anyways yeah, I think I have said this once before but I am staying at a friends house for the summer. Sometimes she starts to get on my nerves but I guess that is what happens when you live with really high maintnence people. Samantha lives with her grandparents and even they are high maintnence. Like I said sometimes it gets on my nerves but most of the time I am cool with it. Sam's grandma bought me a new bathing suit and it was like 50 dollars. These are some rich people. Even though Sam says she isn't rich, she is. But yeah she was all like "I'm so used to getting everything I want and it's just how I grew up. It's not my fault I get everything I want." She doesn't know it but that set me off to no fucking extent. Do you guys have any idea how snobby that sounds? She asks for something and her grandparents do it in a snap. She begs. That's why. She is a cool person other than that but she treats her grandparents like low life money bagged shit servants. She doesn't see it either. Don't get me wrong she is the most awesomeest friend (lol and she is proabably going to read this) but I dunno maybe it's just because I am a poor little bitch and I know what it feels like to not get what I want and live in a shithole and have the worst mom ever (well not the worst but yeah) and I know all the experiences of life. And Sam knows all the experiences of the high life. Big difference. The high life. Which is happy and full and you get everything and every bit of your family and friends love you. I am ranting...Good lord. Well anyways I just wanted to share that. Let me see if I can write a poem now...
Behind my blue eyes
I can see the real you
Hoping you can see the real me
but I don't think that you do
what is it about you
that makes me smile
were you just pretending
all the while?
but don't you know dear
the very real me?
the person that hides so deep
that one could never see
but I don't think you do
I don't think you see
what lies behind my blue eyes
what's trapped and no longer free
but I can see you
oh yes I really can
I can see where you started
where this first began
Can you see these eyes?
these tears are so very fresh
can you really see what lies
behind this cut and hurt flesh?
Oh but I don't think you can
see what really lies
behind crystaline tears
that come from piercing cries
Or can you really see
that I can really love?
that I have a heart
that's breaking like a porceline dove
Can you really see
the fear beneath my skin?
that's keeping me from light
now where does this begin?
Now my eyes are dry
with their glassy shape
I think you came to save me
but I think you came too late...
Well comment and tell me what you think. You guys are great and I love you all and LOTS OF COMMENTS!! I love to read comments. Okeys well I'll be off now...I'll talk to you all later...I LOVE YOU DOUG!!!!!!! lol anyways byebyes
Cassy
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