Small innocent, I looked up to her.
Someone bold, brave, and beautiful
I ask her, let me be like you
Her lips curve into a smile
Follow me Child, I will teach you
I follow her for the next few years
At first it was just games
Games that I was never good enough
Things I could never do fast enough
The games scared me
They placed me in danger
But I pushed on as she said
If you were as good as me...
I took the words as a challenge
The better I got the harder she made the games
But I followed her still
Determined to be like her
Unaware of the danger I was in
Finally one day, I had it mastered
I was fast, agile, I could do anything she asked
Her lips curled and a sickly sweet praise she gave
Now that you've done that you can move on to the next part
Away from home we wandered
Never thinking twice about her command
To hear her praise was my goal
Doing thinks I never knew was wrong
Because she wouldn't lead me wrong
Would she?
I'd spend days with her
Listening to her stories
I'd never be as good as her
As I grew so did my friends
My friends were never good enough
I was never good enough for them
She would hold me close, tell me that she was there for me
Feeding me the lies
She would help me be good enough
Soon she was all I had
I was tired
Never good enough
Then she left too
I saw her with her friends
I wasn't good enough to know her
I was nothing
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Little Writtings
PoetryEverything here will make you think. This is my poetry book. I use it as a coping mechanism that was recommend by my therapist and I thought I would share in case it may resonate with someone else. Caution may cause triggering for depression, Self h...
