My Life
Contributed by
pixie
on
Tuesday, 17th August 2004 @ 02:22:38 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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At the tender age of one,
My new life had just begun,
I was amazed by this big wide world,
A sweet & innocent baby girl.
The terrible twos came next,
Which left my parents feeling vexed,
Kicking, screaming tantrums galore,
As I threw my little body on the floor.
But at the age of three,
I no longer wanted to be sat on a knee,
Running about all over the place,
Like I was competing in some kind of race.
Four was the next age up,
I was still like an excited little pup,
All blonde hair & cute smiles,
People admiring all the while.
At the boisterous age of five,
I was like a buzzing bee in the hive,
Ready & eager or my first day at school,
Already wanting to break the rules.
Six I loved being active & playing with dolls,
Running around had not yet taken toll
I was enjoying my years of being a child,
Getting away with acting a bit wild.
Age seven I saw life as a bouncy castle,
With no hurt, pain or hassle,
Attending friends parties & eating cake,
On Sundays me & mum would bake.
As I turned the age of Eight,
I was ready to leave my parents gate,
Thought I was grown up & ready,
But still I slept with my cuddly teddy.
Nine is where my problems started,
My biological mum & earth departed,
I was no longer a happy bunny,
I felt quite strange & very funny.
Ten I was becoming more of a handful,
Developing the temper of an angry bull,
Attitude had changed, I wasn’t the same,
Never again would I be silently tame.
When I was of age eleven,
I wanted to go to heaven,
I became the victim of abuse,
My soul began to run out of juice.
By the young age of Twelve,
Into drinking & sex did I delve,
Staying out really late,
My head was in quite a state.
Thirteen was for me so unlucky,
My parents had to be very plucky,
After I was raped I was put into care,
I didn’t think anyone was really there.
Fourteen & the drinking worsened,
I was far from being a loving person,
Filled with hate & pain & fears,
That has tailed me for so many years.
As my age grew so did my rage,
Fifteen I was, another turn of the page,
All I wanted was cigarettes & alcohol,
In my mind this was everyone else’s fault.
Sweet Sixteen wasn’t what so ever sweet,
I felt the world fall at my feet,
Mum & Dad didn’t want me nor this kid’s home,
Now I felt like I was truly alone.
At Seventeen I suffered a psychosis,
My teenage years were far from bliss,
I went into hospital to get some help,
Finally I wanted someone to hear my yelps.
Eighteen the age I have long awaited,
Now I was there I hesitated,
Suicide attempts & self harm,
Had wreaked havoc on my mind & arm.
Nineteen was the age I fell in love,
With a man who was from above,
My drinking still was an issue,
But now someone was there to hand me a tissue.
As I reached the age of twenty,
I had love & problems still aplenty,
But now had strength to learn to deal,
At last get of this spinning wheel.
Finally key to the door, twenty-one,
My rain has now been replaced with sun,
I still do have a long way to go,
But Mark is here to soften the blow.
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pixie
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2004-08-17 14:22:38]
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