A girl. Saddened.
But her insurance won’t pay for the shrink anymore.
Cause her mama got married, to a man that’s never round. A man that had too, lived in this sleepy town.
Don’t forget about her friends,
the ones that barely exist. The ones that taunt and tease her, the ones with balled up fists.
Even though some try, they never stick around. They always give right up on her and it’s often caused her to frown.
Forgetting to take her meds always,
because she’s just a kid. Meds for her health, but is she even sick?
Good golly gracious, she says that a lot. When things go wrong or she finds her self in an unlucky spot.
Hello, I’ve cried today. The normal, red eye look, thank god it was all over a midnight sun book.
I can’t believe the girl, the one she used to be. With the cute blonde curls, and happy family.
Just wait a minute. Let me talk to you,
stick around to read this thing and maybe you’ll learn too.
Keaton, that’s her last name, a gift from her dad. The perfect man that helps her remember the good times she’s had.
Listen very closely. I’ve lost my will to speak, lost my want to fight because I’ve gotten weak.
Mama’s always gone, all of the time.
She’s never even around to read my HePo rhymes.
No, even when she’s here, I’m all alone.
She’s locked up in her room, or on that telephone.
Oh what I’d give to take a trip on back.
To take a stroll amid my young past.
Papa (grandpa) was always rude
telling me I was “fat” and needed to eat less food.
Quit the shouting please, I don’t want to hear. These voices that are screaming deep within my ear.
Recount all your blessings, hold them close to you. Because the news of someone else is too bitter to be true.
So here I am in bed, tears soaked into my pillow case, leaving trails of salty flames down my ugly face.
To tell the truth, I’m blessed with a roof over my head, but haunted by the monsters that don’t live under the bed.
Unless something happens, and someone’s put on mute, I’ll keep hiding from those mean old things and continue to give you the scoop.
Very real and scary, showing their teeth.
They look okay on the outside, but it’s whats lying underneath.
Well I guess I could tell you a tiny bit more, but there’s a person watching, maybe outside my door.
Yes I’ll stay alive and yes I’ll talk to you.
I really need to thank poetry for helping me get through.
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