angry little girlAfraid of brothers in the house.Sick of feeling like a mouse.Tired of jerks who yell at my doorpound on the wall, stomp on the floortheres no respect for a girl who trysthey think im lazy, bitchy unwise.They think im stupid and that I cant copeor that I can and im playing the dopethey think I hate them and wont see sensethey think Im angry for stupid reasonsthey think I over react a lotthey think im lying when I say im notthey think im a sassy drama queenthey think that I never, ever clean.They think im selfish, vain and pridefulThey think I never even smilethey say my work is simple at bestand get angry when I take offenceim sick of this house, im sick of this worldim sick of beeing a teenage girl
angerI write in my notebook,when I'm angry or upset.it helps me to get rid of my anger,before the sun has set.for if the sun sets on your anger,days turn into years.anger can turn into hate,and hate turn into fearsfears about what, you will do,next time you see that guy.whether you'll just walk away,or yell at him and cry.so make sure to resolve,your anger and hate,or, when you get there,it may be too late.
pridepride cometh before the fallisn't that what they say?but we grow ever prouder stillwith each and every daywe tear each other down with wordsignore the things that we have heard"its only words." someone may saybut look at Hitler, politicians todayso don't say pride can be okaypride can tear your life awayyou'll never want somebody's helpthink you can do it all yourself?so if you want to die alonego ahead, give pride a home
i said noyou asked me the question the other dayand i was scared out of my mindyes was what i wanted to saybut it didn't come out this timei wasn't ready for this huge stepthough i wanted to say i wasfor you, i want to be withyou're the one i lovebut i said no when you askedyou were crushed i could seefor the question that i had to answer waswill you marry me.
loveI hated the shoes that I wore on my feet,my veil weighed as much concrete.then my aunt quick and deft,fixed my hair and left.I looked so bad I wanted to weep,the dress something I wouldn't keep.the music played, I began to walk.people started to whisper and talk.but none of it mattered anymore,I didn't want to head for the door.for on the alter my hero stood,as warm as fire burning wood.and the crowd faded into something new,my whole world changed when I said "I do".