Poem! :]

In reality.

How many times do we have to cry before we realize what mistakes we’ve made? We’ve been through much just another great depression; you see my friend here isn’t happy one bit things that she fears aren’t so real and shes just losing; she fears she’ll die and go to hell when in reality everything is hell. She doesn’t fantasize and doesn’t observe, doesn’t observe life the way it’s supposed to be. She doesn’t waste time on misleading advantages women have. She is intrigued by the music she listens to, and thanks Poison Girls for making her such an insane girl she dream to be. She had it all wrong she once thought showing your breast or showing your a and showing herself, would give her a boost of self esteem when in reality its bull*! girls youth has changed when they are first introduced to drugs sex and alcohol. But still…, showing their breast is their main control over life. Maybe she will take control of her own self and do as she pleases. Maybe she won’t be mislead by the things in life people want her to do, Maybe she will be smart and successful Maybe she won’t end up as the pregnant friend she will soon have Maybe she won’t be brainwashed by the ignorant idiots around her But.., maybe she’ll find out who she is when in reality SHES JUST ME! …

Poem I wrote in 8 grade.