Sixteen years of my life
where I've done nothing
but muddled my way through
unaware that I was losing myself
to my mother's and my family's wills
shaped to their liking
a perfect child
Sixteen years of my life
slowly spent losing who I am
spent following orders from
depressed adults who've naught a clue
as to what they want to do
with their already dimishing lives
Sixteen years of my life
wandering around, wondering who I am
drifting between groups of friends
who gossip incessantly
as soon as my back is turned
whispering amongst themselves
the nasty little rumors
that circulate around me
like flies on a dead carcass
Sixteen years of my life
with only questions in my mind
and pain in my heart
and tears in my puffy,
red and tired eyes
with books that contain
fictional characters
in fictional worlds,
and my own hate-filled
thoughts and words
as my only companions
Sixteen years of my life
that I've wasted
as the bastard child that I am
listening to the foolish prattle
of adults I was forced to trust
looking at them with
eyes that brim of hate and anger
seething from my heart
Sixteen years of my life
wandering like the loner that I am
never understanding all the clouded thoughts
and whispers of dreams
that echo in my mind
never feeling anything
other than this hate
that spawned in my heart
coursing through my veins
infecting me with poison
Sixteen years of my life
that I've spent
hiding and crying
and cutting
Sixteen years of my life
that I've spent
becoming this empty shell
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very strong. and great emotions here.
everything flowed well. and I enjoyed reading very much!
I know where you're coming from in this piece. it sounds a lot like some of my older work. I think it's a place many people have to go thru.
you'll come out tho!*if you haven't already* thank you so much for sharing!
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Very Good!
"Cherish your dreams for they are gifts from your
soul and blueprints to your future."
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thanks, i wrote it because i found it fitting considering today is my birthday and i've just turned sixteen. also i wanted to tell you that i finished writing it just now if you want to finish reading it.
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Oh Wow
This is so powerful. So emotion-filled. Though I am not yet sixteen, I feel as if this is somehow about me. I relate to this so well, it's suprising. I am in awe at your brilliant poetry. I give all my respect fully.
Sincerely,
Hannah
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