My long forgotten thread of poem like stuff.

Wating For That Day

I'm waiting for the day,
When I'll stop acting.
No more smiles, no more love.
You and your Paramour.
I hate you not her.
That day where you hear.
"I hate you, and never loved."
You'll be so sad.
But I'll smile and move on.
Your so happy that I held your hand.
But all I did was think of music,
And let you do your thing.
I rejected all atemps at comuntication.
I said no to all ideas.
So shut your mouth and see,
we all hate you and want you gone.
So be your pompus,
But you have no money,
Take your Paramour.
Your pompus,
But so poor.
I hope you like to party as an old man,
With no money or love,
As you rot in hell.

Birthday
You see this feature.
And then the hater.
This creature,
Is a liar.

This shape is lurching,
In the darkness.
As your loving,
He creeps up, sorry for his latness.

Apearing out of nowhere,
The figure is here.
Fast as a hare,
big as a bear.

This thing will come.
Do you like it or not?
Sweet as a plum.
Big as a lot.

This is your birthday.
And here is your gift.
Take the ray.
and enjoy the lift.

O.o Dude, I didn't think of making it about that.
Nice. xDD
I rhymed and got off topic it was kinda a hot air ballon in the end.
First a guy stalking a girl. xDD

Anything Other Than That

This thing is walking alone.
Different from the others.
They are the drones.
She is one of many mothers.

To be different is impossible.
But at least to not be like them.
But she's so unlovable.
So much of a gem.

She wishes to be anything,
Anything other than that.
But her world is so limiting.
All she can be is a floor mat.

She was a beauty.
But then was raped.
Innocence was lost.
And hated she was.

So her story comes to an end.
As so does her life.
Her life was on lend.

She hung by her neck.
With her was a note.

I wanted to be anything but this.
But the whores ruined my life with rape.
So I hope you feel the guilt.

The Things We Do

Cut your hair,
Put on makeup,
Change your style.

All these things we do for boys,
What's the point of changing?
Cause if they didn't want us as we were,
Then they were not deserving.

The things we do,
It's insane how much we change.
For just one simple boy,
When there are some better than him.

Don't bother to change,
Stay who you are.
Don't worry,
You'll find the one.

This is my longest yet. (A little over two pages.) I hope you enjoy.
Why
Left behind in the dust.
Not a soul around.
It’s a must,
Up the mound.
All the lust,
In us all, around a pound.

Where did you go?
Why was I left?
Used like a yo-yo.
I thought we were friends, well that’s it I thought.


Used for your game,
No more shall I see of that.
The knife feels wedged in deep,
I felt lame.
Maybe we misunderstood,
Don’t be an old bat.

But whatever I feel behind,
It may be you, it may be them.
But I want no more binding.
I’ll sew my own hem,
Just let me see into your mind.

This game is over,
Where’s the point?
Why talk at all?
There’s no point,
They hate me, all the same.

We were separated,
I miss you.
Do you miss me?
Meet me at the half point,
Under the willow tree.

Tell me,
What do you think?
I have become what you never wanted.
But I’m still here, healthy as a horse.
Will you say hello?
Hello to the new me?

Everyone. . .
All but you have accepted.
Even enjoy the new I.
My changes are great,
Much like the you I knew.

I am brighter.
Slightly optimistic,
lovable.
(Or so I’m told.)
But here I am,
Once and for all.

The greater me,
Do you like?
Or do you hate?
Tell me now,
Or leave me in the dust like before.

Your new friends,
I know they hate me.
So I shall never speak,
How sad you have driven me to my previous state.
This is the last straw,
I am done,
No more mind games.
I am who I am,
I’ll never change.
Like or Hate,
I do not care.
Just let me be,
Or you’ll never see.