Lately, there's been a lot of talk about growing up
Now to me, that's always been some scary stuff
I hate any and all change
I hate when my life gets rearranged
But looking back I see that I'm not the girl I was a year ago
She was broken in ways you'll never know
I've wised up, I'm finding who I am
I have a group of friends that I call my "Fam"
Those friends, they've stopped my from slitting my throat with a knife
And among them I found the love of my life
"Love of my life" what a funny thing to say at sixteen
If only I could show you what I mean...
Let's call old me Ocean, beautiful, young, learning the world
And the me of now, Sam, the wiser version of this beautiful girl
Ocean was overly hopeful, naive, too forgiving
She often struggled to find a reason to keep living
Breathe in, breathe out, cry
Ocean seemed to always want to die
Compare this girl to Sam
The girl who gets by with the help of Fam
She's learning independence, she's learning to fight
She keeps going even when nothing seems right
Ocean was lonely, quiet, an introvert
She made mistakes, often finding herself hurt
With nobody to turn to, her world was dark
But in December, she found a spark
That's when the little bud started sprouting into a beautiful flower
Seemingly getting stronger with every hour
It was a slow process, of course, she was weak at the start
Shattered from the past, she was completely torn apart
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PoesíaCome with me, let's take a ride I'll show you what I feel inside We'll go through pain, we'll go through laughs We'll go through times that have since past We'll become the best of friends As you read of a pain that never ends Warning: My poems are...
