Reflection by Megan

16 years old
just turned 16 today
but I'm wishing myself cold
I'm wishing my whole life away

I look around at my life
Pick at it bit by bit
Most of it is agony and strife
My dark skys are begging to be lit

I hate my dad more than anybody around
I wonder if it will always be like that
When hes in the room , nobody makes a sound
And I wonder why it has to be like that

I'm not a little kid anymore
And I wont be scared of the skeletons in my closet
My heart is sore
So I'll lock the closets door

I take a good look at me
scars all over the place
All that I am able to see
Is the truth written on my face

I wonder how many times I was beat
How many times I cut my own skin
How many times I didn't eat
Thinking that was a way to win

I look at all the destruction
Theres static in my head
And I think , good days should roll in
For way too long , Ive been stuck in the red
and now I'm gonna let it clear

KitKatrina (68.116.64.38) -- Sunday, August 10 2003, 02:47 am

Wow....
Your poem was very good, but sad. If this poem is true, which I believe it is, I'm very sorry. All I can do though is pray, and I will. That things get better. But hey, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Take that in consideration!

Megan (64.12.96.137) -- Monday, August 11 2003, 03:17 am

thanks
thank you

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