The girl was only six
When she lost her mom,
But not by death or choice,
By force.
The girl was six,
When she was seated at a a table
And told her mom was sick.
Mentally sick,
The kind of sickness that,
Tears families apart,
and makes you wish you were never born.
The girl was six,
When she didn't understand,
That her mom was addicted,
To drugs.
She just thought,
Her mom had a problem,
That she needed to solve,
Without her daughter being around.
The girl was six,
When she was forced to live,
In a home full of strangers.
She was scared ,
But she pretended to be brave,
Because that's what she was told to do.
The girl was six,
When she first walked into
A therapy office.
A place where,
She'd have to talk about her feelings,
To someone who acts like they understand,
For years and years.
The girl was six,
When she was put on medicine.
She was told,
She needed help to focus in school,
Which didn't make sense,
Because the girl was doing fine in school.
The girl was six,
When she first felt like,
She wasn't good enough.
she was sent away,
Without a second thought.
The girl was six,
When her innocent view of the world,
Was shattered.
The girl was only six,
When she started to break.
This is a tribute to those who had a rough childhood and grew up too fast.
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Tolerant
PoetryIt's just poems I wrote. There are mostly about life and things I've learn or feelings I once felt. I hope you enjoy reading them. Also the poems are tributes to people who have gone through some tough things.
