Dear Donald Duck
I entered your world
As your tenant
Within what?
2 months
You have turned my life inside out
Upside down
and back again.
I entered your world, shattered, broken and hurting.
In the worst possible of ways.
For the first few weeks, you were
Sweet,
caring
giving.
You fed me when I was hungry,
A shoulder when I was crying...
Shoulders when I needed to lean.
Warmth when I needed comfort.
Then -
What your "real" self
screamed to present itself?
Because
Now I am
Being sent packing,
must remove myself
and
Move.
Getting bombarded daily by MOVE MOVE MOVE
or having your drunken father call me up
and insist
that I move
"Or else"
Or else what?
Both drunken/stoned Males will ...
Bahhhhh
I am tired of you,
of your drunken father,
of the hurt you are making me
feel.
You offered friendship once I moved.
No thanks.
Hurt by you once
Is enough for me.
But then again,
you said that,
that offer of friendship,
was to appease.
Me and make me see your point of view.
At that particular instance.
Goodbye
Go hurt, demolish another female.
That is your
Forte.
Demolishing
Women.
-charann