Dead Weight

April 12, 2011
By BettingImNot GOLD, Toronto, Other
BettingImNot GOLD, Toronto, Other
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Favorite Quote:
"It's a paper town, look at all those culs-de-sac, those streets that turn in on themselves, all the houses that were built to fall apart. All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm. All the paper kids drinking beer some bum bought for them at the paper convenience store. Everyone demented with the mania of owning things. All the things paper-thin and paper-frail. And all the people, too. I've lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters.” -John Green

I swam through waters
That were once crystal clear
And bathe myself in lies
Scrubbing away the truth
Scrubbing away everything...
That was ever truly you
Scrubbing away every single...
Selfish thing you do
But I could never wash away
Those bitter words that echo through my ears
Falsehoods making way to reality
Tearing away the image you and I held so high
And all that remains is a heavy heart
With limp arms
And no more room to tread
I'll leave this world drowning in all my enemies
With the sour title of your 'daughter'
Still hanging over my head

The author's comments:
I wrote this poem based on the relationship between my mom and I or you could say the non-existent relationship between us. A lot of things were said and feelings hurt and at the end of the day, I still can't forgive her.

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