Define MeA Poem by SilentDreamerThey say alot of things About homes like these. Never thought I could relate. Never thought this family Would break. 'Cause that's what they call us, Right? The perfect ones, They call us broken. Broken homes, broken families, Broken souls? Not this one. They say it screws with your head, Tilts your world Til everything's split. They make up lists, With their critical eyes they see And say all the reasons to stay. They say what will happen to us Kids. Laying out my future before me. Flat like a map, with only one path Left to take. They say, "You'll be like him." They say my life's been ruined, Before it's even started and I'll never be the same. It shapes me. I say, I scream, That this family's better off broken. And you can't define this girl's life. You can't define me. © 2013 SilentDreamerAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on January 28, 2013 Last Updated on January 28, 2013 AuthorSilentDreamerAbout☼ Hey! Well I'm a writer, of course. I love hanging out with my friends, writing, reading, shopping, being outside, listening to music, cooking, gardening, photography, acting and playing guit.. more..Writing
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