It's been three years.
I'm fifteen, I'm Anna, I'm going to be a junior in high school.
I'm into makeup now and my hair's a bit longer.
I have better friends.
I'm happier, now,
In a sense.

In the three years that have
passed, I've lost bits of my self confidence.
Bits turned into pieces, and pieces turned into
Chunks.
I am questioning my dreams and goals in
Life, I am wondering if I am enough.
I've been swimming through
Tests, trying to keep my head above
The pressure, trying to continue fighting and not
let myself be dragged below, but
I'm tired.

In these past three years, I met a
Boy who held out his hand and snatched it
Away before I could grab it,
Leaving me to realize how
Lonely I am.

In the past three years,
I've realized my parents aren't
Happy.
I've realized me and my parents are strangers that
Live under the same roof and share the
Same blood.

In the past three years,
I've abandoned my words for
Endless episodes of TV, the internet, schoolwork,
Fear.
I'm scared to write again, I'm afraid my words won't
Accept me back.
But I'm trying, and this is my
Beginning.