I wrote this when i was about 12 years old. My mom ex husband wouldn't let me do anything not even singing.
I see the kids playing outside. I wish I was one of the kids. I see them running and playing but I'm the odd one out always stuck inside all alone. I see myself being in the sun but I know I can't. I see them being free and having fun. I see there smile while they play. I wish I had a smile on my face.
So know that feeling, for different reasons. When I was ten or eleven I broke my leg and the worst of it was that every day seemed to be sunny and full of smiles, while I was stuck at the window.
Now as an adult, I still find myself feeling this. I remember also seeing a girl at her window and she looked sad. It stopped me what I was doing and I smiled at her when she looked at me. She smiled back, but not a real smile. I still think about her to this day, wondering if she ever truly smiled. I hope so.
Thank you for sharing this.
So know that feeling, for different reasons. When I was ten or eleven I broke my leg and the worst of it was that every day seemed to be sunny and full of smiles, while I was stuck at the window.
Now as an adult, I still find myself feeling this. I remember also seeing a girl at her window and she looked sad. It stopped me what I was doing and I smiled at her when she looked at me. She smiled back, but not a real smile. I still think about her to this day, wondering if she ever truly smiled. I hope so.
Thank you for sharing this.
Hi, It must've been hard for you but also very therapeutic to write this out and publish it. Maybe starting a new sentence below the last would make it look more organized, but it also has a sense of carelessness to this arrangement.its real and I like it
You were seeing a life that you couldn't experience in the moment. I know you wish you could go back and play with the kids, so you can experience it for yourself.
Hello my name is amber and I like to write poems. I have a daughter she's one. I started to write when I was 13 years old when my brother past away from cancer. I write about everything in life. I hop.. more..