• T h e D a y I W i l l S e e Your C h a n g e

    Hello Little Girl.
    I see your off to an overly-exaggerated high school?
    Oh, tell me your happy days.

    You've always believed that you seem to be right on top.
    You had told me that you were fine of being jealous of me.
    And why,
    I don't blame you.

    You are not so strong now, as you were then.
    You were never strong,
    and you never will be.
    I will take satisfaction in bringing you down;
    as you have, in me.

    You believe I am far from understanding your 'maturity',
    but to be quite honest, I don't believe "Being Horny"
    makes you any more mature then you seem to think you are.

    You are co-dependent;
    You are insecure;
    You believe I am below you,
    You believe I am inferior;
    But I have done a grand deal of growing
    when I was having trouble breathing
    from drowning in my cereal bowl;
    when mom wouldn't leave her boyfriend,
    for my safety, when I was exposed to
    sex at the age of three. When I
    baby sat my siblings less then the
    age of five because Mom wouldn't
    take them wherever she was going.
    When I went looking for her by
    myself at midnight because she left me completely alone;
    and I was scared, just because she wanted to
    "Get some"
    I grew up a long time ago.

    Don't you make me your shadow you disgusting whore.

    You are a sick person, you should see the doctor for that cold.
    It could be infectious;
    and God only knows I'd commit suicide if I were to become
    --anything like you.
    you have hurt more then a handful of innocent victims;
    you have lied and put people that you called your
    friends through horrible ordeals, and fights to
    almost their own homicidal ends-
    BECAUSE YOU WERE BORED AND FELT LIKE TELLING A STORY.

    You put un-needed competitions between us,
    You purposely dragged me to the ground,
    You never gave a s**t about me when I listened to you for the night,
    You constantly consisted on making me jealous,
    You tried to prove you were better then me,
    You always shoved my problems to the side while you talked more about you,
    You ignored me and pretending I was some freak in front of your friends,
    You'd rather have your boyfriend finger you then to be at my funeral,
    You'd rather chase boys then to give a s**t if I tripped and broke my arm chasing them with you.

    I DONT ******** RECALL GOOD MEMORIES DURING THOSE TEN YEARS.
    NEVER.

    You are pathetic.
    You are less then the scum on the ground,
    You think you are strong, you believe you are whole;
    but you aren't.

    Your an empty shell,
    You are not a friend, you are an enemy,
    A good reason for Suicide,
    Your a waste of a human,
    You will never prove me wrong,
    You are in my shadow,
    Because I have left you far behind me,
    And the light ahead of me,
    Is so bright, and so beautiful,
    I am over joyed.
    They say it was your mother's fault.
    But Oh Well.

    I am over joyed,
    Because the light is my own.
    And I can flip you off on the other end,
    And finally smirk at you,
    then tell you, "******** you b***h, I did this on my own."
    And there's no way,
    You will ever-
    Make me go back.
    And in my own satisfaction-
    I have made my success and lived my life as it was meant to be.
    With out you.
    Just like you said it would never be.