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The Holocaust

So I visited the Holocaust museum and then wrote this poem about it....



As I stepped through the door,
Tears filled my eyes.
Looking at the horror.
Seeing Hitler's lies.
He convinced so many people,
that this genocide was right.
He even killed the cripple.
So they'd go down without a fight.

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Hurt

Emotionally unstable,
Breakable at best,
Could snap at any moment,
Weaker than the rest,
Upset then happy in a second,
Crying far too much,
Unable to be consoled,
Always needing some sort of crutch,
I cannot be helped,
My feelings are too shattered,
I'm doomed to be this same girl,
Weak and forever tattered.

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Our Little Girl

Where did our little girl go?
We used to care for you so.
We are supposed to mold your impressionable mind,
So that you'll turn out as one our kind.
Now you have your own opinions.
You're no longer one of our minions.
You're insane,
Animals were put on this earth to be slain.
Why is it that you think for yourself?
And put all our ideas on an old dusty shelf,
Set there to be forever ignored.
I think you are past being cured.
Now you're the black sheep of the flock,
If only we could turn back the clock.
But I'm done dealing with you,
because you don't see things my way too.

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I Remember.

He doesn't understand
How bad this hurt me too.
Every time he snaps at me.
I recognize this tone too well.
And the memories flood back.
His anger frightens me.
As this is when it takes over.
Rash decisions come from from hurt feelings.
Quicker than I can fathom.
It's said that history repeats itself,
Time and time again.
So why should this be different?
All that occured,
On that dreadful afternoon,
Is forever etched in my mind.
Every recreated sound,
Sends a shiver through my spine,
And shoots me back.
Into my silent prayers to forget.
But I know I won't forget.
Not now nor in the future.
So all I'm left with is the hope,
That things remain the same.
As I fear his relapse,
And pray for his continued happiness.
It is enough...
It has to be.

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Changing.

I'm done with being
who everyone else wants me to be.
I'm through with this conformity,
it simply is not me.
I have my own opinions,
though some quite strong and bold,
And I'm ready to have them respected,
not shot down before they're even told.
All because I'm young,
I'm expected to be unaware.
Expected to watch everything go wrong,
and just not give a care.
And though it scares me more,
than I can ever express to you.
I'm going to be who I wanna be,
and you should try it too.

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Grandma

Self dependent intelligent strong,
were the things i thought of you.
When i was young I always dreamed,
that I could be that way too.
You'd held strong,
through so very much,
You never got defeated.
And still kept that gentle touch,
that I had always needed.
To me you were a hero,
An inspiration to us all.
You helped me conquer my fears,
I thought you'd never fall.
But as we went through the years,
your memory faded.
Bringing more tears.
Seeing you like this we all really hated.
I knew that I should just let you go.
You would finally be pain free.
But no, no, no.
That would just be too hard for me.
So I willed you through hard times,
I prayed for you frequently.
And I hoped that it would be fine.
But it was just temporary.
Finally I realized,
that I had to just let go.
I had to cut off my ties.
Even it put me at a new low.
Now I know you're with god now.
And I know that is best,
though I can't imagine how,
We've made it through the rest.

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Hopefully I Can Keep This Up...

Let go of these beliefs,
That I used to cling to,
Move on to the changes,
That are coming at full speed,
These new thoughts are all mine,
Formed by my own brain,
No more parental influence,
Making my thoughts and theirs the same,
I've certainly had some inspiration,
To consider new possibilities,
Rather than what I was doing,
And simply not believing anything,
I'm embracing this new mindset,
Not holding anything back, 
From now on I'm giving all I've got,
Done leaving all this slack.

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Mom

I feel like a child
When I try to express it
I want my mommy
And that says it best.
She's hardly ever around.
I need her at home.
She's a great friend 
And I miss her so.
We watch our shows,
She keeps Dad in line.
I help ease her stress,
And she fixes mine.

She's a busy woman
But she handles it well.
Tries to keep balance
But something has to fail.
She goes to school
She goes to work
She stress all the time.
But where do I fit in?
I'm not trying to be selfish,
though I know I really am,
I'm just a young girl,
I'm doing the best I can.

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Sick.

Weak,
barely able to stand
on my own two feet.
Declining,
feeling worse and worse
as the days pass on.
Scared,
of any more pain 
or any more testing.
Alone,
everyone worries far too much
and they don't even understand.
Prepared,
for any news they give me
good or bad alike.
Hopeful,
that maybe
things aren't quite as bad as they seem.
Comforted,
by all of those
who really care.
Waiting,
for all of this sickness
to finally be over with.

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Gone.

All in a few seconds,
things can change,
from giggles of happiness,
to tears filled with sorrow.
It was a calm afternoon.
No need to have fear.
Until along came that dreadful message
that sent me into tears.
It was just a little fall,
shouldn't have done much,
but yet she was dying,
and doctors had little hope.
I'll never forget the way
those words echoed through my mind,
"They said she may not make it"
For a moment,
Everything froze in time.
This couldn't be happening,
I loved her like a mother,
And yet I still knew,
my pain pailed in comparison,
to that of her real daughter.

The day passed by slowly,
with no change in her condition,
There was nothing I could do,
I tried to keep things positive,
knew she wouldn't go down without a fight.
We tried to occupy our minds,
with anything but that,
but as to be expected,
it couldn't be pushed out.
They all said their goodbyes,
but not yet could grieving start,
her body was still occupied,
by a barely beating heart.
Yet her body was so empty,
with not a trace of life nor soul.
She couldn't talk,
She couldnt't move.
There was nothing left but flesh.
After a while of waiting,
that dreaded call arrived.
Her fight was finally over.
All I could do was lay down and cry.