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Now children, time for a poem,
One of annoyance and reasons,
reasons granted, not too big,
But they all add up in the end.
Set a time for me,
Take me from my friends,
Complain 'you stay in too much!'
Or when I go out instead.
Why can't parents see?
My mistakes are up to me.
Just let me grow up!
Or else you'll be stuck,
With me for the rest of your lives.
'Could do better' they say,
When I say 'Got an A',
In my English GCSE,
Just be proud of me!
'You don't do a lot,
Now go wash the pots',
Then you moan,
When my homework's not done?
'Ill be glad when your gone',
Welll, it wont be long.
Well,
Will you miss your little girl then?
The one who grew up,
Then no longer stuck,
With a girl who could,
'Always do better'.
The one who was 'troubled',
But hid it all from you,
But,
you could never understand the matter.
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You stupid pricks,
silly little dicks.
First im really posh,
next I've got no dosh.
Make up your mind,
Next time you mess with mine.
You think you're so big,
you're just a stupid kid.
Come back to me when you've grown up,
you make me wanna throw up.
maybe if you could form a proper sentence,
Dickholes.
Stop being such pricks,
Silly little dicks,
Calling me names all the time.
Maybe, one day,
You'll look my way,
But you'll be out of time.
My fist will swing,
And soon you'll cling,
To your bloody nose as you cry.
Dickholes.
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It's an annoying thing,
Relationships,
either friends,
or more,
or not.
When all your friends,
They find a 'friend',
and your there,
with just,
yourself.
'You'll find someone soon',
an attempt to help me be cheery,
A waste of time,
If you ask me.
Because I fell like ill never be good enough.
I'm not a beauty,
Or a charmer,
I sit in the corner,
on my computer.
I write about people,
Ill never meet.
I have good friends,
But I still feel weak.
Pressure to be right,
to be perfect.
It fills me with fright,
Is it worth it?
To me?
Yes. It's all worth it.
I wont sit here and whine,
But will take some time,
Away from DA,
if just for a day.
Because you see,
I don't feel like me.
Pressure builds up,
Now i'm down in the dumps.

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Now children, time for a poem,
One of annoyance and reasons,
reasons granted, not too big,
But they all add up in the end.
Set a time for me,
Take me from my friends,
Complain 'you stay in too much!'
Or when I go out instead.
Why can't parents see?
My mistakes are up to me.
Just let me grow up!
Or else you'll be stuck,
With me for the rest of your lives.
'Could do better' they say,
When I say 'Got an A',
In my English GCSE,
Just be proud of me!
'You don't do a lot,
Now go wash the pots',
Then you moan,
When my homework's not done?
'Ill be glad when your gone',
Welll, it wont be long.
Well,
Will you miss your little girl then?
The one who grew up,
Then no longer stuck,
With a girl who could,
'Always do better'.
The one who was 'troubled',
But hid it all from you,
But,
you could never understand the matter.
------------
You stupid pricks,
silly little dicks.
First im really posh,
next I've got no dosh.
Make up your mind,
Next time you mess with mine.
You think you're so big,
you're just a stupid kid.
Come back to me when you've grown up,
you make me wanna throw up.
maybe if you could form a proper sentence,
Dickholes.
Stop being such pricks,
Silly little dicks,
Calling me names all the time.
Maybe, one day,
You'll look my way,
But you'll be out of time.
My fist will swing,
And soon you'll cling,
To your bloody nose as you cry.
Dickholes.
-----------
It's an annoying thing,
Relationships,
either friends,
or more,
or not.
When all your friends,
They find a 'friend',
and your there,
with just,
yourself.
'You'll find someone soon',
an attempt to help me be cheery,
A waste of time,
If you ask me.
Because I fell like ill never be good enough.
I'm not a beauty,
Or a charmer,
I sit in the corner,
on my computer.
I write about people,
Ill never meet.
I have good friends,
But I still feel weak.
Pressure to be right,
to be perfect.
It fills me with fright,
Is it worth it?
To me?
Yes. It's all worth it.
I wont sit here and whine,
But will take some time,
Away from DA,
if just for a day.
Because you see,
I don't feel like me.
Pressure builds up,
Now i'm down in the dumps.