Her
She was always colder
Even when she was stone cold sober
I was a few years older
But she was the perfect poster child
Our parents always consoled her no matter what she did
Held up her perfect small shoulders
It's like they had her connected a controller
She was a little bipolar
They closed her off from the world
Had everything neatly stacked manilla folders
Our parents now officially owned her
They stole her
Pushed her in a pink stroller
She was a soldier
I told her to become her own owner
To finally get a tiny bit of closure
So at the end of everyday I coached her
while they wrote her
And tried to approach her
Even though I lothered her
I saw how they controlled her
I found my composure
After they disowned her
We found closure
Together
In the middle of sunny October
After years of being pinned against each other
We finally realized the love that we had for one another
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love cassie:)
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It's okay to not be okay
PoesíaA look inside the messed up brain of a teenage girl who always says "I'm fine" but who isn't lying when they say that two word line? A collection of short poems about many different topics Some of these poems are based on true stories while others...
