Just a boy

Just a boy

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I wrote this when I was 13/ 14. my older brother had allowed me to hang out with him and a group of his friends, they were drinking and i too was tipsy. Boasting 'give me any word and il write you a poem in one minute... One of them piped up 'SEX' he was my brothers best friend and his name was Adam. they all laughed, mocking my innocent and childishness i suppose. Yes I wrote a poem but was too red faced to read it aloud. I (now 19) found the poem two weeks ago when clearing my room to move from home. I have changed the punctuation slightly but otherwise it is s it was 6 years ago!
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I watched as my dad threw the bottle of beer at my mom, paralyzed. I watched the broken glass seeped into her skin deeper and deeper. I'm helpless. I watched him call her a slut. I watched him turn around to here him say I'm worthless. My eyes flicked back to my mom, only to see her pass out. _____________________________________This went on for years before he left my mum and 13 year old me. I have so many scars. Mentally and physically. It wasn't just this. Oh no, fate couldn't throw enough shit at me. They had to throw in one of my best friends dying in a car crash. The they were just like,'Eh, what the hell! Let's make her other friend leave her for the popular sluts!'. This was my life for 16 years. They bullied me. In every way possible. It started getting better. I moved to Britain. I made 5 new friends. Even more after that. My old self came back. There were a few bumps along the road. But it all got better. This was my life. This is Annabelle Yaw's story.

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