Sunny days
Chasing the clouds away
Funny thing
You didn’t care about me anyway…
Can you tell me how to get
How to get to (NAME STRICKEN WILL NOT BE HONORED IN MY POETRY) house?
i would stay quiet as a mouse
you wouldn’t even know i’m there
Like the people under the stairs
Just to see my angel’s hair
Not trying to give you a scare
But what you did was so unfair
That is why my stereo blares
Can you tell me how to get…
How to get to Stefanie’s house…
That’s right you changed your name…
With your sur you did the same…
i suppose some people just can’t seem to be proud
There are things they can’t say out loud…
It took me many, many, years
i cried many, many, tears
i overcame all of those fears
but it wasn’t easy you see…
Getting over you burying and replacing me
The truth is i'm not dead
Frankly it is apparent that it is YOU
Who is sick in the head
Pretending it was for the best
Because their eyes told me the truth
Now you have no such excuse
You allowed them to be abused in their youth
Denied me missing tooths
Helping with homework
Or reviewing photos from kissing booths
All to destroy me
But from all that i can easily see
Karma made you a casualty
Retired by 43…
Oh can you tell me how you do not see
That you have become a tragedy…
This poem is about the "ugly lying lady". Her name will never be spoken again by my family. Her lies led to the abuse and molestation of my blood. i will hold grudges and vendettas against their clan, and teach my blood to strike vengefully.
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