Your Dead in my eyes, <br />Buried 6 feet down, <br />With rotted flowers marking where you lie. <br />You made all my choices trying to protect me. <br />Then when it goes wrong, <br />You blame me for making the wrong choice. <br />When YOU are the ones who made it for me. <br />I know that you are my Parents, <br />But I could not HATE you more than I do know. <br /> <br />You want me to live with you, <br />Then you say I can't because <br />I Don't Believe In YOUR 'GOD'. <br />Also, tell me how someone can believe in a 'GOD' <br />When they are 8, They still believe in 'Santa Clause'. <br /> <br />So Stop The Bull S**t, The Lies, and The Religion CRAP. <br />and love me as your BIRTH CHILD. As you should, <br />And not Another Kid, off the street. <br /> <br /> <br />(Date: Thurs.10/16/2008) <br />(Time: Panther Period or 'Study Hall')<br /><br />Charlie Helms<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dead-ones-parents/
