Thing you've lost
The perspective of a troubled youth as she goes through her childhood and ventures out into a toxic society.
A childhood stolen,
My innocence you got rid of them,
Night terrors have awoken,
Extreme measures taken,
Until you couldn't manage them.
A life brought into,
Had a few issues.
She had seen abuse,
And been abused.
She never squeaked a tune,
In first grade too,
She did speech therapy.
By grade three,
She couldn't believe,
She had no friends indeed,
She was always the weird thing,
That never spoke a beep,
Cried repeatedly,
But that's the thing about immaturity,
Everyone thought it was funny.
The young teens is shaking,
Her mentality is breaking,
They keep on hating,
While she's sitting there debating,
Her own life she ain't too proud of knowing,
She keeps on going.
By high school,
She's quite not there at all,
But other things went on;
The bullet left the gun,
That's when things were meant to be done.
She realised what needed to be hung;
The dead one under her tongue.
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