I am from the freezing snow,
To inside, I could not go.
I come from an orphanage,
A dirty, scary, unknown village,
Thus, forming my deep, dark image.
Sometimes closets,
Were my hiding place.
They were my room
Were I’d hide my face.
A new adoption,
A new part of Hell,
All disguised as a miracle.
A scary basement,
A bloody knife,
Raw Ramen Noodles,
And, “Three Little Kittens”
An accusation,
A misunderstanding,
A Psycho Hospital,
And mental treatments.
Another environment,
A new set of parents,
Too many rules,
And a crazy church.
Pasta with red sauce,
Frightening flashbacks,
Glass-shattering screams,
Vomit and tears.
Dreams of a bathtub,
Duct tape and shampoo,
Ice cold water,
And Pneumonia too.
A nice and funny girl,
My new true friend,
Held in secrets and tears,
Finally revealed.
Worthless feeling,
A sister with rope,
A compassionate teacher,
A brand new hope.
A hopeless fantasy,
Held in for two years,
A fight with my parents,
A tearful talk with my teacher.
A move to California,
A quick decision made,
A note to my teacher,
And all my troubles seem to fade.
After fourteen years of struggle,
I can finally have some laughter.
I can sit back and enjoy,
My Happily Ever After (for now).
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