Some enjoy so very much, to meet up with the people of their past, and think back fondly to their childhood days, but what about the others? Those that nobody noticed, those they have hurt and insulted. If you push someone around, just why would you think they'd be pleased to see your face again?
There's pleasure and pain in commencing one part of your life to transit into another, but in the end, life goes on, whether we want it, or not, but you will leave your prints behind and you let go of one thing to gain something else....
Just a rough ripp-off of what was going through my mind back then, the fear and uncertainity, with nowhere to run or hide without a safe place around.
Just one word of advice, if that's you: accept any help offered, and get out as fast as you can
The transit into adulthood can be hard, especially once you find out, that it's not what you thought it would be. The loss of old comfort awakens a longing for better, innocent days to ease the pain and disappointment.
This just a poem that I wrote while I was on the way home from a very long and exhausting drive. I hope you like it? I may upload more, who knows.
It has a lot to do with the views of society and what I view on how we are treated by magazines and words. This has a lot to do with the views and what we have done to fit the label of perfect and gorgeous when in reality we are all pretty and we actually are meant to be something more than just what is said in magazines and critiques. I used to get called fat, forcing me into anorexia because I wanted to be liked by people. Now I understand I was a actually a healthy weight while all the other girls were freakishly skinny. My doctor said I was fine and would pop me in the nose if I ever did this again. I learned that if you listen to the judgment of others, it'll only destroy you in the end.
I sit alone at night and sing...well, not completely alone.
A/N: Sorry I didn't post recently :3, I've been super duper sick and there were things to do so yeah...but I'll start writing again soon:) and go easy on this one 'cause I was never good in poems;):3^-^