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extremly angry when i wrote this...
written for a young boy, who decide to be a royal pain in my butt.

(Poem has been edited
due to language content.

I thought I could come back,
But you showed me I am wrong.
You bust my butt,
Being the *ss you appear to be.
I don't get it.
You don't even freaken know me.
What the heck is your problem?
I just wanted to come back
And be with those I have made friends with.
I don't need your bull crap.
Your bull crap can kill,
Maybe it will.
You never know.
I was so close to that edge.
It almost feels as though
You have pushed me off.
Pushed me off to my death.
I wish some people weren't so mean.
You don't even know me.
I don't get it.
What the heck did I do to you?
I can't do this.
I can't take your crap.
You pushed the wrong person's buttons this time,
For your crap I refuse to take.
You talk your crap,
I don't know why;
Maybe just to make me cry.
I have no idea.
Either way you will be happy to hear,
You made someone cry...
You broke someone's heart.
You helped to break me more.
Sorry, to burst your bubble little boy,
But I am not some girl you can push around.
I am stronger then that.
I won't be your victim,
Not this time, not ever.
You don't even know me.
I don't get it.

03.25.2003