Friday, June 6, 2008

Teenage Blues

You said I lied,
You misinterpreted my words.
You told me you didn't believe me,
I said I was sorry.

Rumors were spread by you,
But I can't believe
you decided to do it on your own.
Your partner in crime,
Is the one person
you knew I hated.

The greatest day of my life
was ruined by a mistake.
"Congratulations
on being a teen, Izzy."
You could have said that to me.
No wonder they call it
the unlucky thirteen.
But of course, there was nothing
you wanted to say.
I didn't even get a
"Happy Birthday."

2 comments:

Gina said...

Aw man, that sucks! Nobody should be sad on their birthday, especially if it's the day before mine! (Yeah, I'm fifteen today. Maria and I woke up at 4:30am because I was born at 4:38 and she was born at 4:45. But enough about me.) You have a lot of practice at being a vindictive teen already with your angsty poems... Don't worry about it. Being a teenager is not that bad- people already think you're crazy, and the only really bad thing is that stuff costs more. But you get more priveliges and stuff... yeah. I hope you feel better about whatever happened, and, of course, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! What's your favorite color? Maria and I will make you a present and give it to you at CWP. By the way, I'm guessing you don't check that email account you made for this blog much... *hint hint*

Bela said...

WOW!!! Almost the same birthdays!!!
I wish I knew when I was born.
Thanks Gina!!!
You really don't have to get me anything...but I'm going to get you guys something, so don't try to talk me out of it!!! Teen hood is rough. Oh, well. 8 more years until it's over. Hmm...my favorite color. I would have to go with red.

OOH!!!! You sent me an email??? YAY!!! I'm checking it right now...