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Mar 2015
I am sitting on my bed,
In this room that doesn't look the same to me.
And I don't know what I am doing here
Or why I have walked into this house
Day after day.

All anybody does is put me down,
Give me.fake promises,
And "move there whole schedule for me"

I don't know why I live with this.
I can't do it anymore.
I wish this pain would just go away.
I've had it bottled up
So that no one would see,
That I'm not who I used to be.

I used to be a little girl.
That never broke the rules,
Or did anything wrong.

That little girl got perfect grades
And got honor role,
And perfect attendance,
And character awards,
And got first place in the talent show.

But I'm not her anymore.

I've lost my innocence.
I know what the world is like now.
My parents tried to hide the world from me,
So that I didn't conform.

But I'm sorry,
I grew up.
I broke a few rules.
I did a few things that I knew I wasn't supposed to do.

That little girl did not have a care in the world
She was Always happy.
I try to be like that. I really do.
Pushing myself over the cliff,
Of sadness and depression,
Just to land in a pool of it.

I do it over and over
Hoping and praying that one day
It might just be a pool of happiness

But so far,
That hasn't happened

I try so hard to please people
To make them happy
And to assure them
That everything is going to work out
That everything is okay
And if it isn't okay right now,
Then it will be in the end.

And I convinced so many people
That this statement is true.
But unfortunately
It never works me.

I had to learn the hard way,

I was taught that the only person that could help,
Never leaves my side.

The hardest part of it all,
Was learning
That only He works for me.
Starr Anderson
Written by
Starr Anderson  Sacramento, California
(Sacramento, California)   
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