There is a reason why I don't like Christmas.
She is the reason why I don't like Christmas.
She jells at me all the time.
she bathers me,
she say I'm stupid,
she make me clean,
its her fold I don't like Christmas.
She makes me feel bad about my self,
specially at Christmas time.
She is so stressed.
I can't handle it.
She makes my Christmas bad.
I don't like to be jelled of,
and she jell a lot to me.
There is always a thing she needs,
thins she knows we have,
but they are gone and that's my fold,
its my fold her thinks are missing,
and if I don't find them,
she makes me look again and again.
I can look for days,
and she don't care,
she just want her things.
she is so pist of on me,
all the time -constantly.
I am like a flower.
I need something.
A flower needs water,
I need love,
the water is like love.
And she don't give me water.
She kills me.
But I don't die.
I got friends and they make me live.
They give me love,
they give me live and they play.
They play the game I want to play.
A game there you fall in love,
get herd, laugh and cry's.
A game there you can fall down
clime up,
spread your wings,
and fly.