Wrong Lessons Taught

All of my childhood I wanted to be you. Little did I know all the pain you’d go through. You were the one that had all the looks. The one that never had to carry her books. The one with the longest and prettiest hair. Everyone wanted, by your side, to be there. The one who’s mother gave her everything. The one who was always kept beneath moms’ wing. Singing and dancing lessons you were taking. Your mom never knew the mess of your life she was making. She always taught you that on looks you’d get by, and not that for happiness you would really have to try. The true meaning of life and how you should live, she never once told you, and that you too had to give. The lessons she taught you had nothing to do, with what was needed to make a complete you. There were many more things wrong in your perfect little space, like, your mom never ook time to look in your face and see the loneliness she would upon you bestow, by never teaching you all the things you should know. She finished you off by ending her life, the total act of selfishness, in your heart she drove the knife. Nothing’s been right since then, pretty one. She put the guilt on you, and left you so alone. So, I guess now that I am thankful after all. Not that my life was great, or that I haven’t had my falls. But aside from all of that, I’m grateful that I was shown, how to survive, because, now, I too am alone. Copyright: December 28, 2005