Regards
A Poem by Kaotic Barbie
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Stare at my image caught in the foggy past
Where bruises unfolded and tears escaped
But when you look in the mirror at me today
I’m still not smiling but very curvy and shaped.
La la land ended at such an early age
When people started dying and drugs came about
My misery grew larger like the size of my breasts
Leaving my inspiration to drain and my sadness to sprout.
I grew fond of being delinquent and out of control
Until reality stepped in and sent me flying away.
To a place they thought would change me once and for all.
Not knowing in the end it would only just delay.
I would return to being a sad, miserable child.
Like the beaten kids that are trapped in their past.
Because the sun doesn’t shine for people like us.
When loved ones get taken away and your life goes so fast.
When I look in the mirror at myself today.
I wonder why they stopped calling and sending me cards.
It makes me sad to think that judging is all they will do.
Besides when my funeral comes and they send their regards.
© 2009 Kaotic Barbie
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My image caught in a foggy past,Bruises unfolded ,tears escaped
When see me in mirror today,never smiling ,but curvy and well shaped
Grew fond of being delinquent and out of control,reality stepped and sent me away
To a place they thought will change me..but in the end its just a delay
Would return to my sadness and misery,beaten child trapped in their past
The sun will not shine on people like us(I dont agree,I see the sun talking to me,though sad)
Loved ones taken away ,but lots are here to stay just for you
Stopped calling ,its sad all they do is judge me
Besides my funeral They send their regards
sad and heart ripping write,though i see you shine in those words
lovely ,very sad write..
Posted 15 Years Ago
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Added on May 27, 2009
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Kaotic BarbieBaltimore, MD
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My name is Kati.
I'm 20 years old and live in Baltimore, Maryland
"And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. Th.. more..
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