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Chantal Py Poem
I hate
The way you talk
The way you act
The way you treat others
As if you're a perfect child of God
You're like a plate
Or a porcelain
So beautiful to look at
But feels so good to hit on the wall
I hate
The way you point at other's flaws
The way you look at others
The way you see yourself
Like you're a perfect Barbie doll from a mall
Oh please stop what you're doing
You hypocrite
Judgmental idiot
Who looks highly of herself
Don't give that cr*p
Because girl, you're just like me
A mirror from an abandoned house
Full of dirt, full of cracks
Copyright © Chantal Py | Year Posted 2016
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Chantal Py Poem
As a child
I was not capable of expectations
Not capable of disappointments
And not capable of being hurt
If I did
I'd be pained to realize
What kind of mother I have
Or should I even call her a mother?
Mothers should encourage their children
They should be loving
They should set a good example
They should be great people
But look what I got?
A selfish and cruel one
A mean and a dramatic one
A hypocrite and a bully one
I'm dreaming, dreaming
Of the day I get out of her zone
To have a better and more quiet life
To get out of this misery and depression
But will that day ever come?
Copyright © Chantal Py | Year Posted 2016
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Chantal Py Poem
You want diamonds and pearls
Bags and shoes
Dogs and horses
Guitars and pianos
You want the whole world
You want those you can't have
You begged and you cried
I got them for you
Your wish is my command
That's my promise to you
Name material things you want
I'll surely give it to you
When it comes to love
Patience and sympathy?
Come, go and ask them
But not from me
Copyright © Chantal Py | Year Posted 2016
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