Alex W. Poet I do not know?

Teenager

Spawned in adolescence...the 
product of lust
Abandoned by the creator…a 
warrior with no soul
Raised on substituted 
happiness…potential forsaken
Pushed to be perfect…unknown 
to them who she is…
Beaten to the point of 
hopelessness…alone and 
broken…
Tears fall for the ones she has 
lost…who hold her mind 
together…
Mind aged beyond any her 
age…and decades older…
Heart willing to die…if only to 
be healed for a day first…
Unwilling to be passive…passion 
to keep the few who know is 
mistaken for careless 
(aggression?)
Unknown to those near her…but 
a part of those she trusts…
The jagged edges of her broken 
heart…never to be healed…
unless the truth is revealed…
Knowledge of its end coming 
near…she holds her life by a 
thread…
Hopelessly hoping for the single 
embrace before she is gone…
never to come…
Shattered almost to the point of 
no return…her fate is 
uncertain…
She unwillingly walks this dark 
path alone…fearing never 
seeing the light again…

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Roxanna Johnson June 8, 2012 at 2:32 PM As a teenager myself I relate to this poem. Great write!! (no i am not creeping on your poems but i keep stumbling across them if you were curious) :) Maybe for a reason? idk. Regardless keep up the good work! Alex W. June 8, 2012 at 2:39 PM No worries at all, feel free. And thank you for the feedback!