From Below

November 3, 2011
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You do not know anything,
Condescending b****** that you are,
You insist upon stating
Your opinions
As if they were
The Word of God.
You patronize,
Calling me naive
When I smile and say
It's all going to be okay.
And I hat to disappoint,
But contrary to what you
Would have us believe
You are not,
As they say,
The S***.
So how did we end up here,
With you on the pedestal,
Leaving me
To idolize you
From below.

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Ada D. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Nov. 15, 2011 at 7:36 pm
Oh no there's a typo! It should say "I hate to disappoint," not "I hat to disappoint!"
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