Grew up with princesses, dolls, and make up.
Young age, no care for when others would say stuff.
Until growth came and things became worse
and every phrase from each mouth would begin to hurt.
When I was young, boys were just friends.
Feelings wouldnโt attach, no love would end.
Well, there was some love, but only pretend.
If only times were as easy as the times back then.
My parents loved me, and I loved them,
all the time in the world, all this time to spend.
Every kiss and hug meant the world to me.
I mean, the only part of the world that I could see.
My dad says Iโll be a doctor, my mom was a nurse.
Iโll go to Harvard for sure, nothing worse.
There was always a saying, that this world was a curse,
but thatโs just not the world that Iโve seen at first.
My life will be perfect, I can see.
As long as I simply follow my dreams.
I canโt wait for the world and I to meet.
I mean, the only part of the world that I could see.
But,
listen
There was one boy I loved, who tore me down,
who took my innocence, then told the town.
As time went on, things started to change.
Even the amusing times ended with pain.
The sunny days, they started to rain.
The world isnโt like how everyone claimed.
There are things that I love, and things that I hate,
I love waking up, I hate living the day,
and night is filled with the thoughts of my sorrow,
deciding if the love is worth the sight of tomorrow.
I couldnโt handle myself; my mind was lost.
Inside felt as if it were turned and tossed.
World that I could see, where have you gone?
Are you showing me that the hidden world has won?
My problems would pile, nobody to talk to.
Canโt focus on class when everyone ignores you.
I started lacking on homework and failing all tests.
My focus is deprived and the start of my stress.
My parents are disappointed, they wonโt listen to my words.
Boys create all the suffer and leave with no cure.
Rejection and love, now I can see,
How part of the world was dishonest with me.
I look in the mirror, I can see the confidence faded.
You could see my pain through the scars youโve created
Vicinity only sees hate, so I have no friends.
Since thereโs no more future, my past and present should end.
I hurt myself more as the days go on.
I feel like Iโve lost, and the hidden world has won.
I canโt stop reminiscing, always staying in bed.
Laying, tears dropping, finally a gun to my head.
Lost, blank and given up.
Desire to pull the trigger but,
An old soul has spoken, the power of connection.
Been by your side, teaching you these lessons.
You wonโt know for now, but that person will come
The soul that can see the world that youโre blinded from
Their words - went through.
My mind filling with ideas that are new.
โYou did not come this far to only come this farโ.
And thatโs when the healing started to grow in my scars.
I felt like Iโve woken up, seeing things from a brighter eye.
Canโt run away from my problems, the face of my traumatic life.
Growth can be seen; my mind and heart are pure.
I feel recovered, an open mind was the cure.
Connection with my family is better than itโs ever been.
Gained friendships, mirrors look more beautiful than ever.
I start to find the love that I always kept in store
Finding light in the darkness, opposite of before.
As Iโve grown, Iโve witnessed a bunch.
I am now successful. With the world, Iโm in touch.
If I pulled the gun, this far I wouldnโt be.
I will be the โold soulโ of my offspring โ
and give them the world that I couldn't see.
this is gonna be my 10th straight poem from highschool, reading all these again been taking me back haha, but if you guys like any of these 10, i'll start dropping some present ones. thank you for your time in reading my personal mental book.