(^*&%*% ~not sumthing bad!

Have you ever had thoughts that you sometimes have to do things that you really don't want to do, and i mean REALLY not wanting to do it... Well, it really ____!

We don't answer back when people say something bad, you faults, and everything that they feel if annoying to them.....

(they're sensitive)
If we were to say things about them as what they did, can they swallow it up like we do? Heck NO!!

We keep quiet a lot when we're in an arguement. And this makes us the guilty person.
(they're blind)

We want to control ourself very hard that we won't want to make it a big browl.... and that we won't want to say things that might n will hurt them.

We smile when people say stupid things about us.
(they're scared)

We know who we are, and what they lack, they want to make you look bad as they are scared and affraid to be alone in the dark..
Aww...Pity them... Want Mommy?

We smile when people stabb us in the back.

(they're knife's blunt; they're just leeches)
That's because, there are more things that we undertand about us that they don't,
and those who listen, i dunno.. just that:
you have your brain, try thinking for yourself

People thinkg that we don't share thoughts.

(so they think)

We're just giving them their moment's in life. Grab da spotlight. Never thinking what they did.

Never Judge...

The Judges n audiences were laughing at her
and give funny faces...
Then she Stood up for herself...

Remember before Reminded...

Here's a tale or two, that i just heard and got within these days...Just last Saturday, my room mate went to an old folk's home for their Red Crescent activity and found out many kinds of story...

But there's no other story that interest me most of which, is about an old lady... Who's age was unknown... Who's life filled with nothing but determination, sorrow, hope and faith... And most importantly, her family...Who, esp a mother, would like to forget her family that easily, especially the one that she brought up and nurture, half of her life, day and night... without a slight thought of giving it up and leave it just like that..

It all began, with one son's story
of his wife and new family,
not liking her mommy.

He sent his mommy, to an old folks home,
of where she cried in an unsounded song.

But despite his doings, his mommy keep strong.
she prayed for him,
who wouldn't for a son.

He would come and visit from time
after so long
on which he might have just took her home.

Every time of his visit, she would jump of joy,
with her heart saying
"am going home with my boy".

But those visits of his, just like others he made.
talking and chatting,
Later leave her begging, and always cried.

The fact that he pushed her, leaving bruise and cuts.
Yet still this mother, still reasons and calm her heart.

The officers would carry her, with her sobbing and sadness.
And never in her mind, would she shout out curses.

Then came a dreadful day, of which she not know.
Of her son's plan of taking what she owns.

She placed her inked finger on a piece of paper.
Not reading or think, what it is never differ.

His soft word for her of taking her home.
has blurred her thought fill nothing but home.

As whut he said; "mom, am taking you home.
Lets pack all your clothes and leave the folks home".

Upon reaching the gates of the institution
he pushed his mom, without hesitation.

She fell to the ground, with bruise and cuts.
And tears rolling down with unexplainable thoughts.

The officers came asked and found out.
She was cheated off what she got,

her house, her lands all~ no doubt.

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It was not even a year or so,

his son came by just "visiting" as thought.

He came and asked for her, they said with a smile,

"well sure, she's always here" who'd ever thought.

The place was bushy , filled with trees,

he wondered why? someone tell me please.

They reached to her place

and said to him.

There's your momma,

pointing her tomb stone to him.

He's knees went shaking,

trembling and pain,

in the heart of his, like he's going insane.

Tears of blood it's to late for you,

said the officers,

and left him for hours or two..

Her last words were these:

"don't tell him sir, I beg you please"

on her deathbed where she died in peace.

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I hope this story, would make you worry...

for the things you might have done,

especially to your mommy...

She cried giving birth to you

and that should be enough
But please Not like this

For once is enough...