You say you know how it feels to be heartbroken, but do you really? Do you know how it feels to be neglected and always treated like you were nothing?
Well I do. I know how it feels to come home to nothing. I know how it feels to be disowned. I know how it feels to be looked down at as a piece of trash that could just be kicked to the side, literally.
After my parents death, I didn't have anything. I didn't have a family. I didn't have a home. I didn't have someone to love, or be loved.
Everyday I pray that they really didn't die in that plane crash, that the tabloids had the wrong story, that maybe they are actually coming back for me.
But everyday is always the same. I never get a sign of anything that they are alive. I guess this is God's was of showing when he wants something he will get something.
When the time comes, I will be able to see my parents again. But for now I'm gonna try to show them, they raised me to survive on my own, alone.
But until then, I'm not going to make your words break me. Your harsh names shake me. You cruel thoughts take me.
I'm going to survive. I'm going to keep my head held high.
You can't phase me. No matter how hard you try,
I wont stop trying.
Amanda Tesafay
The Art of Peer Pressure
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The Art of Peer Pressure
Poetry-Revamping in Progress- ((Chapters 1-3 are edited so far)) Eighteen year old, Amanda Tesefay's only goal was to finish high school and graduate to college. But life isn't as easy as it seems when; both of your parents are not there for you, and yo...
