Spontaneous Poems

Looking up to someone means admiring someone and wanting to emulate them. That's how I feel about very few people, although I like almost everyone. My supervisor happened to be one of those few I look up to.

1. She started out as a crew at another fast food joint and worked her way up over the years.
2. She has it all together no matter what happens and takes things in stride.
3. Her character.
4. Most of all, she was really nice to me.

Her only mistake in this regard is getting mad that I looked up to her. It confused me that admiring someone would piss them off. I'm not as confused anymore but there's still alot left to understand.

Ok what made y'all think autism? Do these people have stalker tendency or was it randomly drawn out of a hat? Not that I'm a stalker because stalkers would seek to harm others. I was only being friendly and seeking a different kind of work friendship with someone I admire.

I have other work friends but I don't really look up to them. That's why I don't "obsess" over my other coworkers.

This phrase gave me the chills.

Stupid bitch go to hell.
Why don’t you go **** yourself?
How dare you take what’s rightfully mine!
You think you cool you think you’re fly,
You act all perfect inside,
All hell breaks loose in no time.

**** you dumb bitch (x’s4)

I’ll let you know right out
I’ma knock your lights out.
The world is better off without you.
Talking **** thinking you have class
I am gonna kick your ass.
And bitch no one gives a **** about you

**** you dumb bitch (x’s4)

It appears you've made giant strides in your therapy.

I knew her and she was great,
Someone I appreciate,
Someone I really admired.
She liked me and was nice and kind,
And everything was going fine.
To be like her was what I desired.

Look up to her (x's 4)

The one day she treat me bad.
My admiration made her mad.
She didn't want me looking up to her.
I saw in her the drastic change.
Attempts to get her back was in vain.
She's a different person from when I first knew her

Look up to her (x's 4)

Others admired her as well.
She reacted positively as hell.
That's nothing I could understand.
Everything's so unfair,
And no one really seems to care.
I've been dealt such an awful hand.

Look up to her (x's 4)

She cut me out from her life.
I die a little more inside.
She never wants to see me again.
She's still kind to everyone else,
So I've given up on myself.
I've built a wall and won't let anyone else in.

Look up to her (x's4)

His mother
The only lady he ever truly loved
Growing up he wished for a woman as kind
How could he balance loving two women
'The love is different' they told him
Young and naive, he believed
Until he got married, bought a house and moved in
Then his mother felt neglected
She thought she raised a better son
But which love was meant to suffer
Past or future, he had to choose
He chose them both he was always busy
He neglected himself and became sad little Greg