My Red Shoes kill cancer.

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Three people near to me are fighting Cancer right now ! I dedicated my poem My Red Shoes to them.

I have written an extra verse for my friends  and here it is !

These are my I can beat you shoes, my watch it! your days are numbered shoes.

My we have your measure now shoes. My cut you out, kick you hard shoes,

my grind you into the floor shoes!!My laugh in your face shoes!!

MY I AM GONNA WIN SHOES!!!!

Hopelessness

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The words are different but it means the same, have you any idea how you make me feel when you call me names. When you put me down and shout at me do you hate me so that the damage you can’t see.

The slightest thing sets you off you shout at me and at my life you scoff. I am stupid, ignorant a sarcastic bitch you hate my friends and the things I do are irritating you like an itch. I never seem to make you smile you snarl and snipe at me all the while .

Tell me just what should I do to make things right between me and you! I can’t seem to please you at all as hard I try I am just smashing my head against the wall. Nothing I do interests you, you dismiss and give me that look that you do.

The words are different  but they mean the same. The way you talk to me makes me wonder if you really care. I try to reach you  but I cannot any more, you have built a wall between us and there is no  door.

You criticize the things I do you shout and rubbish my life, my thoughts my words is that right? You have no idea of the pain I feel laying awake all night wondering where the hate comes from and the words of spite. You call me lazy  nothing I do is right nothing is ever to your standard I really try but it never is quite .

I am so tired of trying to cope all I see is endless darkness I am all out of hope.