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Hating |
| Written by chantelle skinner | |
| Thursday, 19 June 2008 | |
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Hating eyes watching over me so seriously at every hour of the new days, As many walk past me I can't help but notice their despising of me, They talk to me in so many ways, So many that speak words of hatred and regret for I myself.
My life wasn't always like this, so miserable, In fact this only happened when I was six, But now to prevent this hatred and these tears is undoable, For everything has gotten worse.
And now I'm sixteen and feeling dead, For every night I strain not to weep, So many hating words have been said and so many tears I have shred, Please tell me why you have done this to me big brother?
Thank you for reading Copyright 2008 chantelle skinner |
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