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[racoons > you]

you made your mistakes
now its time for me to make mine
im happy to close the doors, if you're on the other side

your trying to protect me
you just make me want to rebel
your stupid rhyme and reason is driving me slowly insane

you would see me as a child
i've been beyond that point for years
its not my f**king fault you chose to shut your eyes and refuse to see it

you cant breath my air for me
your cant wipe away my tears anymore
im growing up, and its time for you to let me go before you drown me in your own self pity

its hard for you i know
but remember its a million times harder for me
and if you suffer for the consequences, then just think:it's your fault for raising me wrong.

feel better?

you tried the best you could
but you failed, and now im looking somewhere else
you should have taken the hint when i was nine and told you that i hated you

im ten times what you were
i'll be a thousand times what you are
and you really think i give a damn about anything you say?

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yeah thats kind of... agnsty i guess is the word
i foun iton my computer just now and i dont even remember writing it though. although i dont think its too bad... a little over dramatice perhaps, but then i think all poetry is just a little pretentious.
can anyone suggest a decent title?

[racoons > you]

i actually very much agree with you, an di generally get on with my parents well, bu tit came back to me when i wrote it, and we'd just had a major fight, which they'd won about me going to a party instesad ofdoin homework or something stupid... kinda venting emotion

it is very different... i usually dont consider what i write... that poem i posted about sketching perfection i actually made up as i was typing... i meani had the idea in my head, but that was the first time id written it down. i could probably make stuff better if i had the patience to sit down and really think about it... then again maybe not