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My own poem/**** you/ my inner tirade

January 29, 2014
By Geohasreturned BRONZE, Brooklyn, New York
Geohasreturned BRONZE, Brooklyn, New York
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Favorite Quote:
I just want my baby back, so my soul can sing


I can't laugh it all off, act like I don't care, because that's not me and I care. I can't not be jealous and get bad feelings from time to time, because that's not me, or my overthinking and insecure mind. I can't stop myself from crying or from being the sensitive guy, I'm tired of putting that front, that's me, and I like myself there. I feel pain and sadness, and I don't want it to stop, I don't want to not care, because me being real with myself, will only help when my true love so there. I'm f*ck*ng irrational when mad, I f*ck*ng overthink, I f*ck*ng love hard, I f*ck*ng cry, and I don't care, I f*ck*ng hurt, I f*ck*ng feel like these things don't make me a man, f*ck it, I'll stay me, my own self, and if that isn't good enough for you, or I'm too weak, f*ck you! f*ck my f*ck*ng idiotic guy friends, f*ck b*tch*s, and get money, f*ck you guys! You f*ck*ng pigs, you guys make me sick! f*ck girls who play their man, f*ck guys who play their woman, f*ck me! f*ck me for being blind, f*ck me for falling in love, f*ck me for crying my heart out now, what do you care, you're mad at me, f*ck you, no I love you, no f*ck you! I just hate being alone, no f*ck it, I'll cry to myself, I'll keep to myself, I'll stop being what they want me to be. I wanna cry, I wanna miss you, I wanna care, I wanna feel hurt, depressed and weak if you leave, and at the same-time I want to be happy, love you unconditionally, I love you to the point I'll block everyone out, I just wanna know your friends, trust them too.mi wanna be real with myself, I'm no player because that's not me, I'm sorry to Wanika, I'm so sorry, so sorry, I'm sorry to my wifey, I'm sorry I put on such a front to be accepted, loved and cherished and if you think I'm weak or crazy or a b*tch! f*ck YOU! f*ck your feelings! f*ck your past! You dirty piece of sh*t! You're all blind!,f*ck your body counts, f*ck you're b*tch*s, f*ck your mans, f*ck your future, f*ck everything you stand for, f*ck you for not being real with yourself. YES! f*ck YOU FOR PUTTING UP A FRONT.
Imma stick to being me, the real me, and if you wanna f*ck around, act up, have a good time, associate with dogs,then you're no good for me.mi am stick to better myself, and if that's not sexy enough, perfect enough, or what you want, I can't sing, I can't be the ultimate dream, I can't do everything you loved from the , I'm me, and if you can't accept that, if I can't give you that. f*ck you, you're just cancer to me.


The author's comments:
I was really mad, and I felt sad and angry, felt lost.

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