Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Poetry: Problems

It hurt, mom
I thought that I could take it
No I didn't
But I pretended I did
And now
Now I can't breathe without crying

The tears well up in my eyes
And they make me shamed
Shamed because...
I was supposed to be better than this
I had potential
I was going to go on in life and be great
Everyone told me so
Even dad told me so

But I didn't
I came upon the first curve on the track and I stumbled
Everyone laughed
Just kidding, no one noticed
Not even you
And so I'm lying here
Beaten, swollen, bruised
Just so very tired
Where did it start to go wrong?

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