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Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Sympathy

your home and my home,
two different things.
yours feels like happiness.
mine tears my wings.
your mom and dad love you to the end.
my dads not around.
my moms not friend.
we can't compare the worlds
that break us apart.
i come from bitterness,
you come from their heart.
were you a product of dissapointment?
no. just of love.
were you undignified?
no. but got enough.
and this isn't even about how much of your life i deserve.
we're not placed here for anyone.
just selfish hurt.
and somewhere in the world now
she has just given birth.
to a baby who'll be different
who'll see the love in our earth.
i never wanted him to ever choose
'cause god, i thought itd be me.
how dare he say those words,
he just doesn't care.
does he know how hard i work?
my mom could be different
shes done it by herself.
but what has she got to show?
a daughter who still needs help.
she never asked for this, unless karma's real.
but payback is a bitch
that, ive never had to feel.
its always been me. never been you
you're life is so perfect
and you know its true.
half the people i talk to
have no cares in the world.
they've got money. they've got looks.
they're the epitome of boys and girls.
and now i've hurt myself,
more and more than them.
you've never held that knife
its always been up to you.
and last year was the year
i felt like i would die.
my wrist was torn up,
and i couldn't help but cry.
don't compare yourself to me
we arent the same.
your kind has been the chosen ones
i've just had sympathy.
Desiree Whitamore
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Joseph Poewhit 18 November 2008
Great out pouring of emotion and feelings
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