Moving on

 

I wrote this poem after a hyped up lad contacted me asking to "know about {my} life" because of hers and her friend's curiosity while pretending to care about me. I was furious because we both know that she does not care about me. I wrote back telling her the truth of why I was not in contact with anyone. We exchanged a few emails, but then I asked for her number and never heard from her again. What can I say? what goes around, comes around. This time was my turn to get bothered by someone, tomorrow just might be her turn.  

 

 

So, this was my answer to her wanting to know about my life.

 



 

 

She wrote back telling me how much she understands my situation, but there is no way she could ever in this life understand what I have had to go through. Especially not the girl that has said she wants to die a miserable death because her life had been so easy; nor the same sadistic lad who has previously done things just to make me feel bad. I truly don't understand what I have for anyone to be jealous of.

 

Anyway,

This is life. We win some and lose some.

 

So, I wrote this poem in the name of moving on.

 

 

Moving on

Ø  I woke up today and thought about you

It made me want to puke, but the knot of anger in my throat would not let anything through

Ø  I keep questioning how I got to this place

And wonder what it would be like to tell my story to the people who helped me get here face to face

Ø  There is much doubt that I’ll ever get a chance

But for humanities’ sake, I’ll continue to hope till I jump that fence

Though, I’m prepared for the fact that I may never get to play defense

Ø  I did not ask to be here

This was a gift given to me by fate and my mother    

They started the story, but only I can continue it further

Ø  I want to start anew

Even if I only have the support of a few

I want to stop blaming myself as my mother didn’t think things through

Ø  I don’t need advice from a backstabber

All you do is stick your nose, and blabber

Ø  I can only control myself, the same goes for you

Don’t expect me to get in queue

Cause I will not compromise only to be blue.

Ø  I’ve been moving on since my prime

It is just a matter of time till I complete the clime

It takes great strength to turn away from false hope and face being alone

I have no regret; I will wear my pride as the symbol of being full grown

I will be happy as I face death and give my last moan

Even if my story remains unknown.

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