Spontaneity

~*Infatuation*~

Spontaneity

Guess What This Is About?

These are the poems that I thought were SO GREAT!!! I had to put them up but was too lazy to put 'em where they belong. There is also now a WHOLE PAGE for DRUGS!!!!!! YAY! (Rather drug poems, seems I'm getting quite a collection) Anywho... enjoy I suppose. (This might not be too full for a while being that I'm putting everythere in here where it belongs...)

Once upon a time I bought in to the heist

Once upon a fairy tale I believed in Christ

They promised me riches of fortunes untold

I was lured in by gifts which couldn't be stolen or sold

Everyone told me that God cared

So many swore on their life he would always be there

But the minutes are counting down until tomorrow

I'm torn inside but I try to not feel sorry

Where is this Christ when I need him

My pain is so bright but his love is so dim

Once upon a day in my childhood

I had thought that I understood

Only now can I comprehend

No one but me will take a stand

How can He say "Lean on me"

When He's the only one I can't see...?

Don't think you're special Honey, Oh no...

I just have nothing else to do and nowhere else to go

Sweetie, don't think you're special to me

I was just bored, you see?

Please baby don't take my obsession

As some kind of twisted infatuation

You're just close and easy

And provide all the substances that please me

This is nothing, and in addition to all that

You're not even that bad to look at

Don't start to make a mistake

I don't just think of you when I wake

You're nothing special you see?

You're just something to occupy me

I've become accustomed to having things to do

My apearance of obsession has nothing to do with you

So the next time you seem busy... all...

You know... ignoring my calls

Don't feel flattered or even annoyed

Because it's you that's the toy

You're just something to entertain you see?

You were never special to me...

I don't see why

I'm such a bad person in your eyes

I'm not that bad, I wish you could see

I cook, I clean, but you continuously mistreat me

Allnight and day I work and try

But every time your malice makes me cry

So minute by minute I'm filled with your contradiction

And I've been nice, but I'm exausted with my restriction

I'm telling you now I'm not putting up with any more of your bullshit

Gripping my hand in hand that I'm going to beat you over the head with

So stop messing around treating me this way

Because my patience will last just one more day

I'm not human because I'm not 18

I'm still considered an object or possession

Of my parent or guardian

I cannot work because I'm 16

I mean technically I'm allowed to

But no one wants me

I need to have a GED or high school education

Which is hard because those require money

And I have no occupation!

Granted, 16 year olds don't REALLY need a job

Their parents are supposed to buy their clothes

Their food, and the whole mob

But these employers have no regard for my situation

I have no money for my high school proficiency exam

Or even clothes for a normal education

It makes sense to me to use to this method to teach our youth a good work ethic

let them tirelessly look for a job, as ANYTHING

Only to be rejected

I wish I could heal the wounds I cause myself

And I think I could

With a Band-Aid or two

I think I would...

But I'm out of Band-Aids

And they couldn't heal

The things you do to me

Are so unreal

The things I do

I don't know why

What you did to me

Made me cry

I'm not sure

And I couldn't determine

But I'm sick and tired of hearing

Your "you-hurt-me" sermon

All I did was sit down

And I pretty much stayed here

But you never cared

You made me tear