Bessemer Bubbles

Bessemer Bubbles

A Poem by Gypsy Willow

Fearing wha's good

With a need for perfection

Impossible goals

With only Ana as friends.

 

15%

 

Mutilating the canvas

That is our life

Carving the pain

Bleeding our tears.

 

1 out of 7

 

Cowering in fear

Of their iron hande

Dreading the hate

Of family ties.

 

1/10

 

Sitting in darkness

Thinking it out

Plotting pros and cons

Of ceasing to breathe.

 

3.4%

 

Fighting the nigthmares

That constantly haunt

Taunting the fact

Of stolen innocence.

 

3 out of 13

 

Another teenage life

So sad and full of angst

But I don't want to be

Another teen statistic.

 

© 2008 Gypsy Willow


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im glad this is an old poem, and im glad that you aren't a statistic...

doug

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Gypsy Willow
Gypsy Willow

Staunton, VA



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I've been writing since I was thirteen and it will always be my passion. I really wanted to go to Pratt to major in Creative writing, but that is a dream left for when I have a larger pocket. I am 19 .. more..

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