Wednesday, April 06, 2005

A poem about me

Pain of the generation

Growing up as a young girl
In a society where I didn’t belong
Not knowing what to do
Or what was right or wrong

I was so uncertain
And I had no one to share
A place where no one loved me
A place where no one cared

I was picked on day by day
And had no family to be around
And the only ones I loved
Were dead and buried in the ground

So I had to learn
How to make it on my own
With my father always gone
Always having to be alone

And that was when I decided
That I would make him proud
That I would be a follower
And stand out from the crowed

So that is where I am today
That’s how I made it here
I stopped being that little girl
And stopped bothering to shed a tear

So here I am now
The girl who doesn’t care
The girl who people hate
But still I do not despair

Call me what you wish
I have dreams all my own
I have a job to fulfill
And I will accomplish it alone

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