Complicated Truths

Writing With Pain

If there was one thing I learned in my seventh grade school year it would be writing. I have always had an interest in books and learning to write my own book someday. My teachers were supportive of that and read my stories to see if they were good. It started with one poem and then I began to write more and more. I learned how to improve by writing a poem everyday. I wrote about a new topic everytime and sometimes I would write just to cheer me up. Things cannot always last and so I came upon a sudden realization that my life was not all happy.

I kept that in mind and I began writing, but not with happiness, but instead my real feelings which were filled with pain. I couldn't hold it in any longer my rage and sadness overwhelmed me and took hold. I bursted into tears because I was finally able to express my feelings for what they really were. I took a walk after that and roamed the school halls I didn't care that I cried in the classroom. I doubt anyone saw me because I sprinted out of there. I cried at home as well, but I was finally letting it out all the years I faced holding in feelings. That is exactly what I used to write my poems and stories. I threw my sadness and rage into my writing to show my family how I feel and everyone else. That's how it had always been with me.

"I'm glad I have pain in life. No one can live without it. Pain shows me things clearly and gives me a better understanding of life. Everyone needs happiness and pain in their life so they can appreciate what they have. I want to show people a clear path they can take to get through life".

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