Late Bloomer
It's hard being different from all the others
expecially when harsh words come from your mother
living a life is not really easy as 123
all the people attend to forget about me
they say you're no good and you'll never fit in
they tell me my birth was nothing but a curse and sin
feeling left out is the last thing you want to happen to you
but when it happens there's nothing you can do
I sit down and wonder how my life would be
if i didn't live in misery
i wish i could feel like i belong in this world
but i still get treated like a little girl
until then i will hold my head up high and pray for the day
that i will spread my wings and fly away
expecially when harsh words come from your mother
living a life is not really easy as 123
all the people attend to forget about me
they say you're no good and you'll never fit in
they tell me my birth was nothing but a curse and sin
feeling left out is the last thing you want to happen to you
but when it happens there's nothing you can do
I sit down and wonder how my life would be
if i didn't live in misery
i wish i could feel like i belong in this world
but i still get treated like a little girl
until then i will hold my head up high and pray for the day
that i will spread my wings and fly away
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