|
I'm Sorry You Don't Get It, and i'm sorry you're not me.
by Meagan GreenNot know what Im thinking, I do not know what youre thinking.
Ive a pretty good idea how you feel, though,
Its in my nature to detect these things.
Id be standing there, thinking Whatever. These people are stupid.
Why am I so insecure about their insecurities?
Hard, mmm hard
to tell the difference between what I feel
And what these douche bags dont feel.
Hey, trash bag! Yeah you! I dont know that youre a trash
bag but I know you make me FEEL like you are.
Just because I cant see it, doesnt mean I cant feel it.
Just because I cant feel it, doesnt mean I cant see it.
Fucking asshole.
If you want, Ill give it to you in full detail, Ill spell it out
For you on the chalkboard with a steel pencil.
Itll take some time, though, and Im impatient so dont mind me
If I skip a few details. You get the fucking point.
FUCK
Fuck
FUCK
Fuck.
FUCK.
I dont even know what I mean anymore,
Except that youre a whore and Im nothing more. 04/08/2007 Posted on 04/09/2007
Copyright © 2025 Meagan Green
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 04/09/07 at 05:52 AM Simply put: Wow. Raw and emotional: the way I write and can completely understand where it is coming from in you when you wrote this. No censors, no bull. Just the essence of that you are trying to get across, and that is genuine. I got chills when you talked about the steel pencil and chalkboard. You had me at go. ~JPP |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 04/09/07 at 12:43 PM Hmmm..... I'm with JPP.... rough, emotional, jagged..... an excellent portrayal.... I like how you framed "$#%@" too..... well done and welcome to Pathetic..... |
|
