Seconds we have spent here.
Rotting in this place we learn in.
Minutes we have weeped here.
Crying to relieve all stress and pain.
Hours we have slept here.
Snoozing and napping to renew our energy for later.
Days we have laughed here.
Cheering and clapping to the beat of the fate's drum.
Weeks we have spent working here.
Striving to become the stars our parents want us to be.
Months we have sweat here.
Fighting and pushing ourselves to live on the pedestal we were placed upon.
Years we have spent here.
Trying to piece all parts of life together.
Trying to finish this puzzle that someone of higher status "gifted" us.
But, with all of these..... "presents" of life.
When will we ever have the time to appreciate what we were given at the very beginning of life.
When will we accept the gifts we received when we entered this world with red faces and screaming voices.
Just when.... will we accept the person we have always been before what we were told to be.
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A Girl's Collection
PoetryThis book isn't a story. This is in fact a collection poems that I have written myself. These are all different pieces that I have created over the course of years and I wanted to share them with you all. Many poems are deep and sad. Making many vie...
