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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Where I come from, I've left my mom

To bleed and to cry for me.

What kind of daughter am I 

To leave her in heartache and misery?


Would things have been different 

If I wouldn't have pursued my dreams,

Followed my heart,

Or went to extremes?


Where I come from, they can't keep a secret.

Everyone knows too much

And they look at me different-

With ignorant eyes and monotonous lives.


No one knows me like you do.

They don't know or ever care about my despair,

Why I've done what I had to,

Or what I've been through back there. 


Where I come from, I dream of every night

And I bleed and I cry for them

Because what a life they must lead

For them to have nothing better to do

Than talk about and criticize me.

Submitted: August 13, 2018

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