sorry mum
i need respect,your always telling me.that i need to learn to respect my elders
that im too cheeky and rude
that all those years you spent teaching me manners
never sunk in,
that im ungreatfull and irresponsible
we spend hours arguing,
over really stupid things,
but mostly aboout the way i speak,
you hate it when i use slang words or i miss out my t's
i cant change the way i speak and you know it,
i've spoke this way all my life and its not about to change.
but i need to change you say,
im never gonna do anything with my life because im so stupid.
but you dont even think im stupid,
you think im just being stupid,
you think ive got great potential,
to become a great writer or a nurse,
but you know it wont happen because im always skipping school,
you've seen it yourself,you've read the letters,
repeatedly asking for a note for my absense,
you know the truth,you just cant stand it,
so you ignore it and insist that i must have been there.
all the while,me telling you too,
'i was there mum,the teachers got it wrong'
and then i used to be such a good girl,
always doing what you'd ask,
you use to tell me i was special,
i believed you,
you were wrong,
im not as good as anyone else,i see it
all these people getting a's and b's.
and theres me getting stuck with the occasional 'c'.
the rest just left blank from where i havnt been to class,
remember that story you told me about you,
how you'd never been to one single p.e lesson?
yeah,well ive beaten that mum,
some of my teacher's dont even know i exist,
you want to know the reason why im so bad?
well i dont even know mum,
thats why this is so sad,
but mum,why are you so mad?
i was a good girl remember?
you were so proud of me,
so why ent you now?
oh im sorry mum,did i say it again?
did i say the one word you despise so very much,
the one word that makes you cringe at the sound?
i guess i did,so here i go again, 'im sorry mum,it wasnt me'
coz its never me,its always someone else,remember?
how i always get my own way?
but i take after you there,dont i?
you've always had your own way,
you had your perfect little girl,remember?
but its never me,so i guess im blaming you,
for ruining my life,
i've even got 'p.e.e.' as my english teacher says,
'point,evidence,explain' so i did listen mum,
see maybe i am your perfect girl after all.
but anyway back to 'p.e.e.'
my point is you ruind my life,
my evidence is me,
and let me explain,
see you made a decision when i was two,
to leave dad for another man.
see mum?
i might have been happier as a real family.
i might have stayed that perfect girl.
but i didnt,so whats the point trying to change it now?
there is no point.
so why am i bothering to bring it up?
oh i remember,i wanted to tell you mum,
that i do have manners,
and i am a great person,
i want to stop arguing mum,
i remember how much of a great mum you are,
when your not shouting or drunk,
mum,i think you get anoyed with me,
because im too much like you.
Poetry by UnforgivenAngel
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Written on 2006-02-14 at 16:26
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