Pursuing Vindication
Just because I'm not what you wanted me to be
Just because I'm not what you imagined
Way back when I was just a single thought
In your pretty teenage head
Does not mean I'm the devil here
You made me what you could
And then you tried too hard
I plucked my feathers one at a time
Just to see the pain rise up
On your pretty grown-up face
Parental figure
Guardian angel
Prison guard
Psychic mind reader
My scapegoat
Who cares for the blood the razor brings to the surface
My pain is just a small sacrifice for your tears
Watching you clean my blood from the floor
Knowing you blame yourself
You should
When I was little I wanted to be like you
My mother, so pretty and perfect and kind
And then "God" took the other one
It should have been you
You stupid angel with your loving smile
I know I shouldn't blame your innocence
But someone needs to take this guilt
And on your knees scrubbing the hate stained floor
You make the perfect victim
You're so god damned easy to cut
Parental figure
Dying angel
Blind watch dog
Schizophrenic psychic
My tormented victim
Taste the hate that seeps from my pores
Come on mom, sample my scorn
Stand before me with your withering wings
And tell me why your "God" took him
It should have been you!
This is all your fault
This blood I'm spilling
The dark I'm spreading
The hate I'm feeding
Because you're still here you ruined angel
I know you bribed him you stupid whore
That's why my body's sap is falling
Upon your god forsaken floor
For you to mop up with your horrid love
Because I
Blame
You...
Parental figure
Sacrificial angel
Unwavering vindicator
Forgiving discerner
My innocent martyr
I'm sorry...
Just because I'm not what you imagined
Way back when I was just a single thought
In your pretty teenage head
Does not mean I'm the devil here
You made me what you could
And then you tried too hard
I plucked my feathers one at a time
Just to see the pain rise up
On your pretty grown-up face
Parental figure
Guardian angel
Prison guard
Psychic mind reader
My scapegoat
Who cares for the blood the razor brings to the surface
My pain is just a small sacrifice for your tears
Watching you clean my blood from the floor
Knowing you blame yourself
You should
When I was little I wanted to be like you
My mother, so pretty and perfect and kind
And then "God" took the other one
It should have been you
You stupid angel with your loving smile
I know I shouldn't blame your innocence
But someone needs to take this guilt
And on your knees scrubbing the hate stained floor
You make the perfect victim
You're so god damned easy to cut
Parental figure
Dying angel
Blind watch dog
Schizophrenic psychic
My tormented victim
Taste the hate that seeps from my pores
Come on mom, sample my scorn
Stand before me with your withering wings
And tell me why your "God" took him
It should have been you!
This is all your fault
This blood I'm spilling
The dark I'm spreading
The hate I'm feeding
Because you're still here you ruined angel
I know you bribed him you stupid whore
That's why my body's sap is falling
Upon your god forsaken floor
For you to mop up with your horrid love
Because I
Blame
You...
Parental figure
Sacrificial angel
Unwavering vindicator
Forgiving discerner
My innocent martyr
I'm sorry...
Blah. That's generally how I feel about that poem. I'm torn between wanting to let my mom read it and wanting to hide it from her and everyone else that might look at me differently for it. It was written for her to read...I set out with the intent to appologize for the way I became a b***h after my dad died and hurt her so many times and such. It sucks, because my mom isn't open minded enough to see this as an explaination and appology...instead she'd see it as an attack, and a fact of how I feel about her, when it's not really.
I was very, very surprised that this is what came out when I set out to write this poem. I had meant to write an appology to explain why I was the way I was and how I didn't really WANT to be, I just was instinctively because I hurt inside, but I guess I had more issues inside than I thought when I wrote this. I think I'm growing braver though...and she might end up reading this...of course I doubt anyone would leave a message about it here to help me out any. eek
EDIT:: I editted it a bit, made three spots italicized, felt it would set that part apart from the rest, which is the point. It's supposed to be a break and a shifting. ninja
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