Kiki-is-Madness

 I sat on my bed with a sigh. Finally some peace and quiet. At least from my attic room I can’t hear mum and step-freak arguing. My mother and father had been a happy couple before I came along,. I know because my dear grandmother pointed out so frequently, that I was the ruin of the greatest romance since Romeo and Juliet. I personally think that this is worse, because my father left a child in the world, with a mother who didn’t care. When I was born my father Damien went nutty. Jayne, my mother, never could say why like it was some big secret. She hid whatever the truth was with depression, drugs, and her unplanned pregnancy

The lonley days, Become fewer and fewer, As time just slips away behind me, I can't count the ways, You've changed who I am, It's not so hard to see, We've got perfection, In the palms of our hands. It's not normality, Nor should it ever be, It's easy to except some things, More than you'd ever think, You've got my wires crossed, And my hands tied to the bed, We've got perfection, In the palms of our hands.

Write to me, Write me something, Write me anything, A song, A poem, Share your thoughts with me. Write to me,                      You are the one                           Who makes my heart sing Open up.

Is it so bad to want to be the only one... FOR ONCE!? I don't want to see, how she is treated the same way I am, how he says the same things... But I still look, it's like I like being right about people not caring and not loving me... But it's so far from that... I want someone to just say they love me at random, And hold me, And not be a liar, and turn around, And do the same thing with someone else! OVER-REACTING... probably... But my mind is telling me to be weary, When my heart is telling me to let it go and let him love me. 'But i'm not so sure he does' Shut up mind... Please let my heart be right. . .