THE CRAPPER SPEAKS
Friday, June 30, 2006
Out. Out. Out. It's a bummer they want me to be at home when they get back. Thanks for the "I am disappointed in you," sms dad. You know what? Vice versa. I'm seriously tired of explaining anything. You ask for feedback, but what I say, you regard as rebellion. Seriously, I'd have gone off to my grave were it not for God and the rest. Everyday would have been a deeper sink into depression, just like when I was younger; when you didn't know. I honestly can't remember when you last encouraged, but I can clearly remember the last time you said you were disappointed in me. Once yesterday night, once this morning, when I came back. I can't be your perfect robot, you understand?I'm left wondering, why in the world do people carry handphones when they expect not to use them? I really can't stand going home everyday facing scolding and discouragement. I mean sometimes I stay up late just to wait for dad, and before I can say anything, he starts scolding and stuff.
You know how hard I prayed yesterday God.
Help me through this.
Psychedelic;
6:50 PM
CRAPPY
The Poem
A poem is a feeling,
A heartfelt longing,
What makes it good,
Depends on your mood.
A tingling in your heart,
A quick flash of a dart.
A fragment of your life,
The rhythms of YOUR jive.
So ask not from without,
But seek to show out loud,
For this is truly you,
Done beautifully too.
