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All my life Starting young, I was told How to act How to sit How to dress How to talk Like some robot I hate to say it But I'm human I will make mistakes I never knew who I was Because I was always told who to be And no one could ever understand To the extent that I mean Kids hated me Said I was weird Because wearing skirts everyday Well, it was weird But that was my life Sheltered and nice But corruption found its way inside Like a serpent I was a place for darkness to hide I acted out To make a stand Became the rebel That I really am Took a knife to my skin With crimson red I turned my purity to sin "Katherine" It means pure, yknow And there was a time When I could have been Pure Is what my parents wanted me to be Perfect In the eyes of everyone Except me Strange Ostracized in my own world I doubt anyone could even imagine All the pain I went through I was a freak With the face of an angel So innocent More like ignorant But without bliss I was the angel Who never smiled The angel Who never spoke The angel Who cried in her room all alone Even when I was Just five years old The angel with shackles Clamped to my ankles The chains pulled me to earth I am an angel With broken wings And no one could ever Feel empathy
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Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 3:03 AM UTC
Broken Angel
All my life Starting young, I was told How to act How to sit How to dress How to talk Like some robot I hate to say it But I'm human I will make mistakes I never knew who I was Because I was always told who to be And no one could ever understand To the extent that I mean Kids hated me Said I was weird Because wearing skirts everyday Well, it was weird But that was my life Sheltered and nice But corruption found its way inside Like a serpent I was a place for darkness to hide I acted out To make a stand Became the rebel That I really am Took a knife to my skin With crimson red I turned my purity to sin "Katherine" It means pure, yknow And there was a time When I could have been Pure Is what my parents wanted me to be Perfect In the eyes of everyone Except me Strange Ostracized in my own world I doubt anyone could even imagine All the pain I went through I was a freak With the face of an angel So innocent More like ignorant But without bliss I was the angel Who never smiled The angel Who never spoke The angel Who cried in her room all alone Even when I was Just five years old The angel with shackles Clamped to my ankles The chains pulled me to earth I am an angel With broken wings And no one could ever Feel empathy
I was raised in a particularly strange way... but I didn't exactly turn out the way that everyone wanted me to.
#sadness#controlled#innocence#childhood
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Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 3:03 AM UTC
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