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What is love supposed to be?
Who knows anymore?
When a father leaves his daughter
To wait and wait.... and wait.
When a mother doesn't care enough
To notice something's wrong.
When a boyfriend just can't hadle it
And leaves you all alone.
And another just never seems
To care enough at all.
And the only friend you rely on
Has problems of their own,
And all you feel is horrible
For giving up your greif
All to them, alone.
Who knows anymore?
When a father leaves his daughter
To wait and wait.... and wait.
When a mother doesn't care enough
To notice something's wrong.
When a boyfriend just can't hadle it
And leaves you all alone.
And another just never seems
To care enough at all.
And the only friend you rely on
Has problems of their own,
And all you feel is horrible
For giving up your greif
All to them, alone.
Literature
I was taught right from wrong
I was taught right from wrong
By a murderer
I was taught truth from lies
By a magician
I was taught who my friends were
By my enemy
I was taught to be honest
By a professional liar
I was taught to always speak my mind
By being told to keep quiet
I was taught to be kind
By someone that beat me down
I was taught to smile
By someone who could never wipe a scowl of their face
I was taught to love
By being abused
I was taught to live
By someone who was already dead
I was taught to perform
By someone with stage fright
I was taught to be excellent
By someone that failed in everything
I was taught to rely on only my self
By being su
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Tastes Like...
Daddy likes to make me
Eat my words.
I see him hit Mommy
And I know she hurts.
So I tell him, to get her
He has to go through me.
And, well, I can no longer walk
And I can no longer see.
Daddy makes me eat my words
And reality starts to flood.
Yes, Daddy makes me eat my words…
And my words taste like blood.
Literature
Well...
Well, you're not anorexic. So you must be fat.
A fat, ugly person.
Well, you fit in with the crowd. You must be a fake.
A fake wannabe.
Well, you're happy. What are you hiding?
You've got to be hiding something.
Well, you're sad. You must be emo.
An emo attention seeker.
Well, you're popular. So you must be a jerk.
Why would anyone like you in the first place?
Well, you're quiet. You must be a nobody.
Nobody at all.
Well, you're you.
What else could go wrong?
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