Listen to them talk that talk
Bout all that made up shit
Saying that there life is hell
And that they really hate to life
Wishing for a better car
Or their ex to take them back
While I’m sitting here with hardcore pain
And my brain is starting to crack
Open your eyes up girls
Your life really ain’t that bad
You live in your designer homes
And your mom don’t beat your dad
Driving that fancy car
With billion-dollar clothes
While I sit on my rusty hood
Feeling beat up and alone
Now I’m walking to detention hall
While they complain bout there broken nail
Flip their hair and wave their hands
To any creature that is male
Now I’m broke no dinner for me
As they blow cash for their crappy tans
Ima paint my nails blood red
And ignore the cops commands
Open your eyes up girls
Your life really ain’t that bad
You live in your designer homes
And your mom don’t beat your dad
Driving that fancy car
With billion-dollar clothes
While I sit on my rusty hood
Feeling beat up and alone
Now I’m packing up and heading away
To a school for naughty girls
In hopes to turn me into a blond
That wears diamonds and chunky pearls
Open your eyes up girls
I’ve forgotten what its like to be poor
I live in my designer home
And my dad don’t live no more
Open your eyes up girls
My hands are covered in gore
Now I'm rich as hell
And my mom don’t live no more
Comments
hello,
I suggest that you drop the word "up" from the title as it is redundant. and change:"and my mom don't live no more" to and my mom doesn't live anymore. I'm sure that other poets reading your poem will have more suggestions. goof angsty work. good luck.
*hugs, Cat