Equal Parts

I am ten years old
I am skipping meals
Lying to my parents
I have not a clue
what "anorexia" is

I am thirteen years old
I am dressed in black
everyday is my funeral
I have not a clue
Why they tease me so

I am fifteen years old
I am hanging with older boys
They tell me that I'm cute
I have no clue
where his hands are

I am eighteen years old
I am scared and confused
you said you loved me
I have no clue
how to keep on living.

I am nineteen years old
I am quiet and subdued
I am on borrowed time
I have no clue
how I survived.

I am twenty years old
my legs continue moving
The world has more color
I have no clue
but somehow I'm okay

I am twenty one years old
I'm terrified but excited
My world is fluorescent
I've never had a clue
But I WILL make this life my own

Reviews

[terry smith]

glad to see you made it through life's rainbow....now to get that pot of gold....

[cassandra ziemba]

well for certain this is an emotional poem, and unfortunately this happens to many people, and many don't get the chance to change. my only problem, and its only my opinion, is the first line of every stanza and how you ended with "me". but that's my opinion, there is nothing wrong with how you wrote it, its just an opinion.

[poison&kerosene]

Yeah something feels off about it. Just have to get back into the groove of things. Thank you for your feedback!

[cassandra ziemba]

your welcome, but its still a great poem, that's the only thing i would change. good job.