You Really Don'T Get It Poem by Carrie Kath

First night sleeping home since May two-thousand-nine
do you know how hard that is?
if you don't, it's okay, that's fine.

It's like nails on a chalkboard
I'm in the room when my dad's life was demolished
And every smile and laugh I pose
is because I like to seem polished

Because not everything is what it seems to be
There's alot more than meets the eye
I'm not living a dream

I'm not gonna lie, this night is going to be tough
But the fact that you don't believe that I'll be home...it's more than rough

You can think all you want Wario
because you're wrong in this case
You really don't get my issues
Where some things need to be replaced

That's all I'm gonna say for now
I hope you get the message, someday, someway, somehow.