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Sydney Mobley May 2016
How can she tell me to do something when she never follows the rules?
Rebels like her wound up in prisons and get attacked for money when all she had to do was let go
Not all people are like her
She’s one in a million

She can’t tell me what to do or what to say
When to say or do it
I’m not her doll
People might think so, but I am not

She thinks she controls everyone and has everyone on her side
Under her spell… under her curse
When really everyone hates her and wants her to suffer in pain and agony
She’s a demon in a human costume

I chased her for years trying to help anyone that was in her path
To help them, to help them
Escape from what would soon be hell
And to save them from a back stabber like her
I hope you all enjoy my poem! <3
Sydney Mobley Apr 2016
At one point in my life, I wanted to cry for help
I didn’t want to show anyone that I was weak
From all the pain and suffering
At one point in my life, I wanted to give up

Until I found him, I was lost and scared
Like a missing puppy on the side of the road
Waiting, just waiting, for someone to stop and pick me up
Until I found him, I was all alone

He saved me, he saved me from this world and all the bad people in it
People pushing me aside, like I was invisible
No one cared if I was hurt, no one cared about me or my feelings
He saved me, he saved me from this thing called life

Till this day as he cuddles me and kisses me
I know that I am his and
He is mine
I love him with all my heart
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Sydney Mobley Apr 2016
I once was a little girl
But she's long gone away
where she would stay
She was too naive, too cliche
And real life chewed he up
Then threw her away
She'd been so lost
So in the dark
Until she began hardening
her heart
That's when i became her
I am not some little girl
No longer an innocent victim
She wouldn't have survived
So i became what she
needed
My darkness defeated
And therefore I shall forever
remain this way
There's nothing more for the little girl in me
to say.
Poem by:
Antoinette Gregory
All credit goes to her ^ Look her up, she is AMAZING

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