My crime was
that I was born;
the first of my many
crimes against you

We grew up
(at least I did)
I wanted only
to be like you
to win you over
That was crime #2

The more I tried
to pull you closer
The more you pushed
me away and left me behind
Crime #3

You have no feeling
in your heart
no compassion
for anyone
(except yourself)

The world revolves
around you
(or so you think)
Your soul is gone
You sold it
to get what you want

I must end
thanking you
for all you've given me
you taught me well,
my sister and made me
what I am today.

I learned so well
by example
what not to be
I'm stronger and better
than you will ever be

I have a heart
my soul's in tact
and I can feel joy,
not misery

You'll never be happy
your life is filled
with the hatred
you've created
by living life
in misery

Crime #4?
That's yours,
not mine
go figure it out
The mistakes
you've made
can never be taken back!!

Accept this gift
for what it is
A sad connotation
on your unfulfilled life
Crime #5; all mine

Have a Happy Birthday
even though you know
you can't ever be satisfied
no matter how hard you try.

12/28/2005