Submissions by MissyLinette

Why can't I be mad,

that I didn't get the childhood that you had?

I can't be tough.

Everything I've done for you isn't enough.

It pains me

that the blood I've bled stains you.

I'm a disgrace to you,

and I hate to break it to you,

but this isn't an arms race.

You decieve me.

Then you leave me.

And you expect me to believe you

When you say that you're through

With all the games that I'm so used to.

I can't be of use to you!

I'm amused,

when I'm accused...

One more swig,

Moonshine coasting fluently

down my throat,

most likely setting fire to my

esophagus.


The soothing taste

of the accompanying cigarette

I take a draw of

frosting and demolishing my

already second-rate

lungs.



My prior thoughts

of life and why I'm living it

gone.


Everything that has

happened over the last year

has escorted me

to this instant in time.


I scrutinize the

water, cerulean...