I Am the American Daughter

I am here,
Wondering if they would ever care; me losing everything.
Not that I ever had much.

According to them;

Not even a brain.
Everything I said was stupid, everything I did and ever cared for.

I was stupid.

At least I could find something to be. I was a bitch too. An evil one, with no sensitivity.
I hated everyone and didn't appreciate all that I didn't have.
Stupidity.

Though I was
Innocent
and too naive to fuck, I was a whore.

I was abusing every substance and high on
myself
too. I gulped cigarettes and inhaled alcohol.
I robbed from my family, though I was a bastard.
I put the friends that I did not have, to shame.
They beat me with emotions,
And corrupted me with false hopes.
They
said I could be
Everthing
and they made me a prostitute.

I was too weak to carry my own weight,
And too stupid to walk in a straight line

Or find my way home,

Though I didn't have one.

Or
So
They
Said,

But they are careless.
Just like me.
And they do not realize how they have destroyed
ME.
Or how much I could have loved them.

And how much I wanted to, while they were pulling me away.
Denying the product of their own foolishness, trying to forget away my
Existence, which is still fighting to breathe.
Because
They
Were
Stupid
They
Were
Evil
They
Were
A Waste

of suffocating hatred

And they will never have the
Satisfaction
of my
blood
under
their
feet








I will rise above them





written by:Kate Gubert

Why Bother?

People keep telling me that I should get a Myspace account. I don't see why. Nobody looks at this freakin page anyway.

From the Outside

Getting to know someone is a joy in itself. Sometimes I try to think of myself as someone else seeing me, and how they really see me and what they think about me and what I look like and sound like from the outside. I wish I could get to know myself like that. I think it would help me to be a better person.

Revenge

Go ahead.
Hit me one more time.
I dare you.
Harden yourself just once more,
And let your anger surge.
Feel my knees weaken and buckle in.
Feel my scream ricochet off of your heart.
I dare you.

Wonderful

I am really pissed at my psychology teacher! But maybe I'm just stressing out because of my own faults.......