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 Dec 2014 Lone Wolf
r0b0t
Fujk
 Dec 2014 Lone Wolf
r0b0t
Because guess what? I cried.
I cried when you gave me a shirt. Because that's what Dads do.
I couldn't let you see me cry,
because that would be weak
and if anyone hates weakness, it's you.
Because guess what? You scare me.
I'm scared to death that I mess up.
Because guess what? I don't dye my hair anymore.
So you don't see me be myself.
I push down feelings and desires and questions and fight an oncoming storm of hate telling me I'm stupid.
I drink, and I do stupid ****, and I yell and I talk too loud and I'm afraid of drowning
and people see it and think, "He'll never be liked, look at how fat he is! How badly his clothes fit!"
because guess what? I'm scared to ask you things. I'm scared to ask for new clothes. Because guess what, dad? You weren't there.
And as long as I have fast food cups in my bedroom, you'll be there -
yelling that I can't do math.
in denial, scaring me, showing me your way
showing me your anger and how you can't believe you ****** me up
how you can't believe I'm scrambled like an egg
and how I gotta fight this, how I gotta fight myself because you're here
because I'm scared to fight you instead.
"Sell the kids for food,
Weather changes moods,
spring is here again,
reproductive glands,

HEY! He's the one
who likes all our pretty songs and
he likes to sing along
and he likes to shoot his gun,
but he knows not what it means...
knows not what it means, when I say..."
 Dec 2014 Lone Wolf
rose14195
Misery
 Dec 2014 Lone Wolf
rose14195
Strong independent
This we all want to be
To bad this world leaves us
Depressed insecure and lonely
Is there any one truly happy
Is there such a thing
How can i hope for a life without misery
When pain is in every note the bird sings
In every breath a child takes
In between the empty i love yous
The meaningless i do's
Why do we even pretend we are happy
We all know it's not true
We are all slowly dieing
And none of us know what to do
Is there anyone who is truly happy?
Is it even a real thing?
You know you over stayed your 'welcome',
when people no longer acknowledge you.
They just simply WALK THROUGH you.

When people don't acknowledge or even realize the actions you do.
They just simply CAN'T SEE you.

When you walk,
no one can hear you or even when you try to SPEAK OUT!
They just simply CAN'T HEAR you.

When teachers gave up long ago on you.
They just simply LOOSE INTEREST in caring.

When the only place is best for you is a corner.
Just simply NO ONE will ever bother you.
Only on their needs.

When you go up to present,
NO ONE cares to have respect to even pay attention.
They just simply don't GIVE A ****!

When you perform on stage or even showing your true talent!
NO ONE would ever remember you did that!
They just simply acknowledge the OTHER PERSON you were with
and give them credit.
Especially at Prom.
Even then, no matter how OUTSTANDING you look, you're just FORGETTABLE.
________
Over time I've been nothing but a failure through high school,
which is why I stayed there too long.
Aging, seeing younger kids come in and being more full of themselves and their social groups. NO longer appreciating values. Simply having no morals.
Anyways,
through time I just simply fade.....
not even my bleach blonde hair can make me stand out.
I'll forever be the GHOST of high school.
No one will ever remember me from that place.
Chances not in any other places.
I'll forever be a GHOST.
**** high school.
 Dec 2014 Lone Wolf
Xyns
Untitled
 Dec 2014 Lone Wolf
Xyns
I find it really extremely irritating when I'm just trying to write and read poetry and I get messages from someone trying to scam me out of money. If anyone tells you that they need to tell you something important but they need you to email them, It's all lies. They're trying to get you to send money. Just ignore the message altogether. I've already gotten two of them.
I don't think there's a greater
exchange of pure love
as when a child looks up
hugging my thighs,
as I gaze down into their eyes,
beaming gratitude and joy,
thanking the Lord in the sky
for such a creature,
for this specific pearl
of a being's magic,
for their adorable existence,
in this mad impersonal sea,
relentlessly pounding on me.
This child's opulence is everything.
Of my series "Progeny " for my Goddaughter Dinah, my Irish Mexican princess. In my eyes, she is salvation. In her eyes, I belong to her. As does everyone she loves. She refers to me as "hers". Possessive Lil Scorpio.
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