In life you ignore all evil in life, and you try to get through the obstacles, but you never get rid of them. You climb up the ladder the honorable way, you don’t knock people down. You make your own path, your work your own way up, and when your at the top, your free of enemies and all your worries, do you know why? You climbed up the ladder the honorable way.
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She scares people, she intimidates them, and she’s proud of it.
She feels superior and she feels their respect.
When in reality they fear her, hate her, and want to kill her.
Her laughs come from their tears of sorrow.
They work as hard as they can until their hands bleed to simply prove her wrong, they can be somebody in life against all odds.
She looks upon the successful in disgust, she looks upon the superior with jealousy.
When she’s mad, she makes them feel guilty for her faults.
It’s not their fault.
She makes fun of their fruitless attempts to be successful in life.
She makes fun of their misery.
She makes fun of their pain.
She makes fun of them for her enjoyment
In moment of darkness they have thoughts of murder and suicide, but they have hope that one day they will be successful against all odds, and the memory of the evil She would just be a nightmare of the past.
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I have recently been abused by my mother, and I wrote these poems out of my own depression.
God bless
the first poem is crappy.
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She scares people, she intimidates them, and she’s proud of it.
She feels superior and she feels their respect.
When in reality they fear her, hate her, and want to kill her.
Her laughs come from their tears of sorrow.
They work as hard as they can until their hands bleed to simply prove her wrong, they can be somebody in life against all odds.
She looks upon the successful in disgust, she looks upon the superior with jealousy.
When she’s mad, she makes them feel guilty for her faults.
It’s not their fault.
She makes fun of their fruitless attempts to be successful in life.
She makes fun of their misery.
She makes fun of their pain.
She makes fun of them for her enjoyment
In moment of darkness they have thoughts of murder and suicide, but they have hope that one day they will be successful against all odds, and the memory of the evil She would just be a nightmare of the past.
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I have recently been abused by my mother, and I wrote these poems out of my own depression.
God bless
the first poem is crappy.