Omfg, I'm so fucking mad,
I'm don't even know if this will be a poem,
It's more like a rant.

I can't stand it when people tell me what to do,
I can't stand it when people tell me what to say,
I can't stand it when people tell me to wait just another day.

But you know what really gets me?
You really want to know?
It's when people say "I love you"
When they're just trying to put on a show.

That word makes me mad,
Makes me tremble,
Makes me cry,
Because when someone says "I love you"
They're really saying "Good-Bye"

No one ever means it,
No parent, lover, or friend,
Everyone is a liar,
Until the very end.

When someone dies,
Everyone says "Sorry"
But their sympathy is a lie,
Once you're gone,
They'll have a party

Dancing on your grave,
Laughing as they cheer,
"Finally dead; did you hear?!"

So by now I'm calm,
Sitting on my bed.
The pen no longer trembles in my hand.

The ink runs blue,
My tears are dry.

This paper's a little crinkled,
My door is tightly locked.

But what do I hear downstairs . . . . . . . . .
Daddy's now yelling at Mom.