A Look Into My Past
There was a time when I was sad, I felt alone... like I was merely taking up space for
those who wanted to be here. A look into my past will show you the dark days I have over
come. It all started in junior high school I was the girl everyone liked... I was
worshipped like gold. But with that worship came hatred and jealousy. I used to be
vibrant and full of energy... Life used to be nothing but a game to me and I played it
well. It wasn't until the hatred started to rear it's ugly head that I ducked undercover
and never came out of my shell again. I became shy, and withdrawn. I didn't trust anybody
because I always seemed to get hurt. I was alone, A stranger. I walked the halls like a
ghost, no one seemed to notice the pain I was in. Everyone morning there was a routine...
I would cling to my bed until my mother dragged me out on my knees. Tears in my eyes
begging her please can I stay home. I was in a deep depression and each day felt like
years... I wouldn't sleep at night because then the day time would come so much quicker.
It may seem crazy to me now but I used to cry as I walked to school wiping my eyes as I
walked. People could obviously see that I was in a deep trance, they didn't help they
just mocked me and that made everything worst. But when things got to the brink of it's
madness I left and found new friends... Now the problems didn't seem so bad and the
depression slowly Crept away. I was happy again, still cautious, still a little shy but
my friends were my protection from it all and I survived. A look into my past.
Copyright © Shahana Jackson | Year Posted 2005
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