Through 28 years of life I have met people I wish I hadn’t. Although, sometimes I think going through those experiences helps me to appreciate the relationship I have now.

Sometimes my poems are a short thought. even though I always feel like they’re not enough, I think this one gets it’s point across.


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More pain than joy,

searching for a prince,

loving that boy.

realizing I’m nothing more than a toy,

but these feelings only serve to annoy

because as a child all I can do is destroy.

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