The pleasure of my life
By nikxi36
The pleasure of my life Comes out from deep inside It really doesn’t make much sense I really do, try to hide It doesn’t include mercy Or helping others grow But what makes me happy is when others Are mad at each other and show This does not involve my loved ones But rather those sickled few I really love it when those loved ones Take those hated and chew It is a real strange interest But it makes me happy nonetheless Does that mean that I’m a mess?This poem is based on my stepmom and dad fighting over the smallest dumbest things! Can you tell i have deep-seated distaste for her? Written November 19th, 2001 © on Jan 11 2002 06:46 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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