My Ways!

My Ways!

A Poem by Raven Radke

Not really a poem but it's something I'm yelling out to everyone who keeps treating me like a piece of s**t!


You don't tell me what to do

You can't make me do that either!

You don't tell me what to say!

You don't tell me where to go!

Seriously know who your talking to..


I'm the one who calls the shots!

I tell you what to do

I tell you what to say

I tell you where to go

Because you really don't know me


I'm the one who isn't afraid to to beat your a*s

I'm not afraid to f*****g rip your throat out

You just don't understand I'm the big boss

When I tell you something you either get it clear the first time said

'Cause if not then the second time I'm not saying s**t

I'm just going to shove my foot so far up your a*s it'll come out of your mouth!


OH! And by the way...


© 2010 Raven Radke

Author's Note

Raven Radke
I'm sick and tired of being treated like fucking shit! If you have something to fucking say then say it to my god damn face! Dont run and hide! You know who you are you fucking pussies!

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wow your a good writer pissed off at the moment but still great

Posted 11 Years Ago

ohh yes! I love this. Such a clear and solid statement, while putting your feet firmly in the ground and daring any and all challengers. excellent :)

Posted 11 Years Ago

hmmm i sense very strong emotion in this.. i wonder why lol
good job in expressing your feelings.

Posted 11 Years Ago

Wow. I'm so glad I haven't done anything to piss you off. O.o I think I would be pissing my pants and running so fast in the other direction... Wow. Yeah.. This was.. Wow. (Wow as in it was good lol.)

Posted 11 Years Ago

ummmmm.... was that meant for me? 0.o

Posted 11 Years Ago

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