We Come Together

March 1, 2008
We come together to selabrate
something we should all apreciate.
there's fighting, screaming, and lots of lies.
everyone's angry, no one smiles.
I plug my ears to get away from the noise
I wish I was a kid in my room with my toys.
I can't wait to graduate,
and become someone people appriciate.
a doctor, a lawyer, a teacher
anything to get away from this family.
Anything that is except for a preacher.
I eat to get full, but deep inside I'm still empty
as I get wider the whole gets bigger.
I try to loose wait and watch my figure,
but I'm out of controle.
I wish somone would listen.

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