dreamer--I appreciate your criticism, I really do, I wasn't trying to insult you or anything! LOL what I really meant was that English teachers contradicted each other. Meaning that one says something that another doesn't agree with and vice versa. In literature there's no real *right* or *wrong*, it's all in the eyes of the beholder, but you're soooo much better at poetry than I am, so your advice counts more XD. ^.^
Deleted my other post to bump thread without double posting. XD does anyone even read these anymore? o.O
Deception
You think everything's about you
I'm so sick of your selfish moods
You haven't had a good day
And choose to rain on my parade
You break me down until I cry
And then tell me to toughen up
I'm sick of all the ups and downs
A different mood at every turn-around
You can't just make me your excuse
A scapegoat for everything you do
I need a hand
I'm drowning in these tears I cry
Understand
That I don't know the reasons why
I'm choking, bleeding, holding on
Dying, breathing, living on
But through it all I'm staying strong
Though I'm at your command
I just don't know why
You torture, you deceive and lie
I'm getting so confused
What did I ever do to you?
I'm slowly sinking in
Falling into mystery again
I need to keep from going under
And drowning in these tears I cry
I need a hand to save me from you
And everything you do
I'm choking, bleeding
Dying, breathing
Getting up and living on
I'm not at your command
Don't need you to hold my hand
Deception must have felt so good
To have me on a puppet string
But my dear, revenge is sweeter
And you're about to feel its sting.