Are You Serious?!

Alright, I'm going to vent. You have a problem? Leave.
So, Hayley made a duct tape prom dress this past year. She was on the news, in the papers, and constantly the topic of discussion in the entire Jacobs' family. Sue always told everyone how proud she was and how not everyone is that talented. Blah, blah, blah. I was proud of her too, until she became the favorite-again.
Betrenna's going to college-to be a vet. She's the innocent daughter who never does anything wrong. She's never smoked, had a drink, been in bad situations, nothing. She's like a nun. She's always at school, doing her work, being with her Christian friend and her not-so-Christian boyfriend. And she's such a beautiful violinist! Get over it. Out of 8 kids, 6 of them are beautiful violinists. Oh, well.
Then there's me. Yeah, yeah, I've had a pretty effed up past. I won't lie. But, I do well in school. I'm in the honors program, I excel in every class. All A's except for gym..I'm disabled, duh. But, alas, I'm the writer. My parents couldn't acknowledge me less about my writing. I don't even think my brothers and sister know. And, seriously, that hurts. No one really cares. I'm the quiet, angry child who sits on her computer typing up some dumb rhymes. Maybe I should stop and look for something more worth my time. I don't know.
Anyway, I'm done now. I'm going to shuck corn now.

My Dear, You'll Never Win

So I just found out some stuff that really, really upset me. So, after venting to James, I decided I should write about it instead of going on a rampage. Sorry if it makes no sense, but for those who have talked to me in the past few months should know what I'm talking about.

Who gave you the right to step into my life?
Slicing open my paper-thin walls with your machete knife
Ripping apart all that I love
When will you have had enough?
Don't you feel regret for the friendships you've killed
Or does it not matter how the rest of us feel?
Your constant presence, unwanted, yet here
Is exactly why you should shake in fear
Because you've waken a half
I thought I'd put to death
But now she's back, thirsty for blood
And you're her first target, aren't you, my love?
You're quite familiar with the demonic side of me
And I know you're not so stupid as to try to find pity
Within my own, the ones I've claimed
You can't touch them without giving yourself shame
Because I've encouraged the monster you've become
And I can tear you apart if I want
The anger inside me makes my body weak
And the best part is, it's YOU she seeks
So beware, my dear, your end shall come
And when it does, well, I'll be the last one
You see, when your life turns to shit
Worse than it is, at least, and more than a tad bit
No, your life will be cut with a rusty blade
And when it's over, I'll dance on your grave
Your friends will all run
When they hear me come
You'll hide in your bed
Like a child, instead
Of trying to fight me
Because trust me, dearie, you can't defeat me