Snooty
So I write poetry. This one is a older poem I did. I'm not overly...I don't proud? Fond of? Or whatever of my own work. But my sister said I should try putting some of them up. I do suffer from ptsd, major depressive disorder, and anxiety. So a lot of work is sad it's just easier for me to write. I will post some happy ones but here is the poem I wrote called snooty. To people who hold their heads up high And think they are the best To people who say I'm better than you To people who think it's really true To all of these people I have to say That you are pathetic in every way That your mind reeks with egotistical shame That your mouth leeks out petty lies All so that may hide behind your flimsy So called perfect life Of degrees you haven't gotten And of a husbands who have forgotten or of wife's who have better things to do then to spend any time with you Of a family ripped apart by greed Of a daughter who always leaves Of a son who never speaks to you For he truly thinks "what good would it do?" Of a grandmother or a grandfather who never visit For they truly think your not exquisite And they finally got tired of your petty lies And all the masks you hide behind So don't you judge me up to you There are things you do, that I couldn't do And sure ill have my own lies That I'm sure that I wont hide behind For I'd rather live up to my shame Than to be so petty as to never claim What it is that I've done wrong and to wear a pretty, smiling mask So I truly think I'm better than you That's just not something I would do By Bridgette Ward (Bookitty1989)
