Natural Teen Angst

So here I go again. On to rant and ramble about something completely rediculous, though not able to get any of the words out.

Typical.

Here's a poem I wrote about my bio-mom. (Thats my biological mom, if you couldn't catch on.) We do not talk on a regular basis and I can't stand anything about her. I think I have that right, considering our past. That's a whole other story that I wont get into right now.

So yeah, here it is.

We’ll never be you
Hypocrites and liars,
Selling all the same.
Claim your crazy alibis,
Though our verdict stays the same.
Angry and cruel,
As though you’re in command.
Those painful words so brutal,
Almost as if planned.
We scream to the world now,
The tales of our miserable souls.
We’re growing very cold now,
As we almost reach our goals.
Living through our tell-tale-lives,
We’ve learned a thing or two.
The most important thing of all
Is to never be like you.