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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.
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Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 5:24 PM UTC
three years
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.
this is a very discursive poem with no real sense nor purpose to it. I realized I hadn't written in three years, so here I am with an update.
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anna-young
Chinese
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 5:24 PM UTC
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