my questions..
Why can't they see it?
Why do someone else has to say them that it's going wrong with me...
They are my parents
Aren't they the 1 who should see it first
That's an example of everything
They don't know me
They're own daughter
They're own flesh and blood
And they can't see it
Why not?!
What did I do wrong
All this questions
Who nobody can answer
Except themself
But why should they?
They would only say I have to stop
That they don't understand it
They would ask themself questions
I don't want it that way
I just want that this is finally over..
whenever that may be...
Why do someone else has to say them that it's going wrong with me...
They are my parents
Aren't they the 1 who should see it first
That's an example of everything
They don't know me
They're own daughter
They're own flesh and blood
And they can't see it
Why not?!
What did I do wrong
All this questions
Who nobody can answer
Except themself
But why should they?
They would only say I have to stop
That they don't understand it
They would ask themself questions
I don't want it that way
I just want that this is finally over..
whenever that may be...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Pebbles: | Maandag, september 20, 2004 14:50 |
| oe ist met jou? kwil nog es babbelen met je, kmis onze gesprekken eline x |
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| Iejoor: | Zondag, december 08, 2002 21:37 |
| De tijd zal het leren... eens worden ze wakker... liefs Chiara. |
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| painfull-secret: | Zondag, december 08, 2002 14:15 |
| heej meissiej... je weet dak slecht ben in engels :$ ma kvin dit gedicht wel mooi :) t komt wel goed lievvie!! luve yah !! kussie | |
| Nessaja: | Zondag, december 08, 2002 11:26 |
| ksnap u ma al te goe! mijn ouders verstaan mij ook ni! ma kop op meiske! laat u ni kennen!!! | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: miss thing | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 08 december 2002 | ||
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