angry little girlAfraid of brothers in the house.
Sick of feeling like a mouse.
Tired of jerks who yell at my door
pound on the wall, stomp on the floor
theres no respect for a girl who trys
they think im lazy, bitchy unwise.
They think im stupid and that I cant cope
or that I can and im playing the dope
they think I hate them and wont see sense
they think Im angry for stupid reasons
they think I over react a lot
they think im lying when I say im not
they think im a sassy drama queen
they think that I never, ever clean.
They think im selfish, vain and prideful
They think I never even smile
they say my work is simple at best
and get angry when I take offence
im sick of this house, im sick of this world
im 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 fears
fears 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 fall
isn't that what they say?
but we grow ever prouder still
with each and every day
we tear each other down with words
ignore the things that we have heard
"its only words." someone may say
but look at Hitler, politicians today
so don't say pride can be okay
pride can tear your life away
you'll never want somebody's help
think you can do it all yourself?
so if you want to die alone
go ahead, give pride a home
i said noyou asked me the question the other day
and i was scared out of my mind
yes was what i wanted to say
but it didn't come out this time
i wasn't ready for this huge step
though i wanted to say i was
for you, i want to be with
you're the one i love
but i said no when you asked
you were crushed i could see
for the question that i had to answer was
will 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".