There is good from where I come from.
The tender mothers love,
The scenery I have been blessed to see many gorgeous views with,
Creating happy memories with friends, family, and the hobbies that I love.
Corse, there is a lot of bad where I come from too.
The bad dad my mother has separated from, the condition my older brother has.
This was not planned, nor have I thought I could change it with my own power.
I have wanted to change it many times; from "go away!" and "why can't it be like this?"
But never has it changed.
And it won't change - whether it's for the good... or the bad.
I won't complain.
I'm alright with the life I have lived, 14 years.
I can't wait to begin my future.
Achieving my dreams, accomplishing goals.
I love the beautiful feeing of happiness,
When I finished a great book, or feel good from wonderful music.
The happy feeling I yearn for.
However, there is the Ugly.
The ugly that takes over every human and creates a river stream of drama to complicate and break down lives.
The ugliest -
The friends who abandon their friend who has been there for them the whole time,
The ugly taking the trust and happy moments away, filling it with a dark oil - hatred, drama, sadness.......
Anxiety, depression, isolation, assault, suicide..... the ugly.
I don't like the ugly,
But, I too,
Am a
VICTIM.
The closer......
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The Way I Feel
PoetryThis is more of a Poem Story. I will be posting different poems that will connect to the story. It is a work that is vague but I hope you still understand it in some way! The story is about a 14 year old girl who is dealing with life in an unknowing...
