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Poetry By: iloveuall

Recently something has happened, a friend has asked me to do something outside my comfort zone, and I told my other friends, telling them I can't back out know, because I was forced to do it, but now thinking, I realize that I am not actually forced by others. I force my self in my way because when someone tells me to do something, I try to be as nice as possible, trying not to hurt them, so really and truly, if I can easily say no, as I can yes, am I forced by myself, to please them, or do they force me through the power of suggestion?
This poem is about a girl who regrets all her desicions.

Submitted:Oct 18, 2012    Reads: 14    Comments: 3    Likes: 3   


Teenage and pregnant, bunking of school,
to meet the school drop-out,
who they all see as cool.
Beaten and raped, manipulated and abused.
Passed on and on, and sick of being used.
But still she has no choice right?
She cannot do anything? It's too late anyway, and
She used to be extremely bright,
used to tell her wrong from right,
but now she is stealing,
and spends lunchtimes dealing,
when she should be elsewhere.
Lost everyone who used to care,
lost the fight and the dare.
She's okay with life the way it is,
all of life, reduced to just this.
But was it her, to blame,
who could have said no?
Or was she in fact forced to do so?


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