Thursday, 8 July 2010
01:53:20 AM (GMT)
5 pimples, 2 scars.
Nobody behaving so far.
Being the aunt and having special rights,
but having to deal with constant fights.
They call their parents, they call me unfair,
they say that no one ever cares.
Behind my back they call me names,
scowling, pouting, like I'm the blame.
I don't want to hurt them.
I hardly ever beat.
But is a peice of leather,
the only thing that'll send them to their seat?
5 kids calling your name and screaming,
refusing to do anything but rest.
My sister gives her help,
My stepmom sends her word,
But it's like 5 minutes later,
they pretend it's something they've never heard.
A pair of new headphones,
blue, silver and black,
actually makes me smile,
When my mood is nothing but black.
My sister's there to cheer me up,
But she can't always supervise,
Because when she's gone,
I'm surrounded by complains and lies.
I wanna go home. ;///////;
I know I'm supposed to enjoy myself with my sister but I almost can't take them