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You want me to speak to tell you what's wrong but what am I to say I haven't the slightest idea Things just weren't right I don't know why but they are what can I say That my father is my bane that I have yet to be loved that this face reminds me of the pain all of these you know So what's the point you know me better than I so who am I tell me now! What am I it's I who beseech you know me better than anyone so who am I? |
hmmm....sounded like a rock song for some reason, I know, it's 'cause in your description you said to scream this. It was so nice though, not the meaning but the way you wrote it, so anger filled. No one really knows themselves till later life. Other people sometimes know you better than you know yourself, but then there is that one person that knows you completely.| Posted on 2006-04-28 00:00:00 | by SavedDragon | [ Reply to This ] | I know, at least I'd like to think so, where you're coming from. There are times when people aren't worth your tears or anger though, and you need to move on with your like (that was really cliché...) The poem was good. There was only one mistake that I caught. Instead of "these" it should be "this". But, it was still good. | Cheers, ~Persephone~ | Posted on 2006-04-27 00:00:00 | by Persephone | [ Reply to This ] | |