Charlotte Calvert Poet Free verse

To my year 7 self

To the year 7 girl who tried to be perfect,
But never was.

To the year 7 girl that cried herself to sleep every night,
Thinking how she needs to make her mother happy tomorrow.

Crushing in the burden,
The tears burning in her eyes.

To the year 7 girl who prayed she wouldn’t wake up,
It would be better to have no daughter than an imperfect one.

I’m sorry I was unkind to you,
I’m sorry I never spoke up.

I’m sorry I never wiped your tears.

I’m sorry that I never let you be happy, without the burden of her expectations.

I’m sorry no one noticed us drowning, 
Every. Single. Day.

I’m sorry no one saved us.

I’m sorry.

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Beata Agustin January 4, 2025 at 9:54 PM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.