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Mommy

By: eyestelllies

The moments move past so quickly, One moment I'm here next I'm there. Directions are givin and i can seem to follow.As my mind flows at a pace not even the speed of light can follow.Constantly punished for things I'm not sure are wrong.I've tried to listen and hear what you have said.The words just...

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From the Tip of My Spoon by erycalime

Written by: erycalime
Submitted on: 2008/06/20
Rating: 4/5 with 1764 views

Completely surrounded by false comfort of people

with personalities seasoned with artificial sweeteners.

Turning my head every way only to see

it's all the same as it's been

and always will be.

Her eyes shot a ray of a warming sickness at me

Shake my hand

Be my friend

Let me turn my back

so you can stab me a few more times.

And I smile

So when you finally pry this jar open

You can taste the hate from the tip of my spoon

You're everything but what you're wrapper promotes.

A poisonous candy

not potent enough to even start to swell my throat.

How you wish my eyes would roll into the back of my head,

so you can claim all of your newfound glory.

Another way to boost your ego,

or is it just a way to get their attention

to let you into their little circus of success.

And I laugh so hard I have to hold in my choke

as you taste the hate from the tip of my spoon.

Taste the hate from the tip of my spoon

A flesh eating high

as you sip from my blend.

Taste the hate from the tip of my spoon

Let the parasites chew their way

through the imposter walls you've built

TASTE THE HATE FROM THE TIP OF MY SPOONCompletely surrounded by false comfort of people

with personalities seasoned with artificial sweeteners.

Turning my head every way only to see

it's all the same as it's been

and always will be.

Her eyes shot a ray of a warming sickness at me

Shake my hand

Be my friend

Let me turn my back

so you can stab me a few more times.

And I smile

So when you finally pry this jar open

You can taste the hate from the tip of my spoon

You're everything but what you're wrapper promotes.

A poisonous candy

not potent enough to even start to swell my throat.

How you wish my eyes would roll into the back of my head,

so you can claim all of your newfound glory.

Another way to boost your ego,

or is it just a way to get their attention

to let you into their little circus of success.

And I laugh so hard I have to hold in my choke

as you taste the hate from the tip of my spoon.

Taste the hate from the tip of my spoon

A flesh eating high

as you sip from my blend.

Taste the hate from the tip of my spoon

Let the parasites chew their way

through the imposter walls you've built

TASTE THE HATE FROM THE TIP OF MY SPOON


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