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Diann Guillen Poem
All the things we go through, all the pain we feel, and all the wars we fight we keep marching on!
For all the scars we have, for all the tears we shed we keep marching on!
For all the pain we hide, for all the times we hide all our emotions we keep marching forward!
For all the times we feel so alone and know one to belong to we keep moving on!
We have all these fear all these nightmares that come true but know matter what we keep going on!
Things we don’t expect, things we didn’t think could happen might just come true but we just have to keep moving on!
Know matter what happens in the future and what happened in the past just have to keep moving on with life!
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People think they know you but truth is no one really knows the true you. People always say they know me but do they really? Know one knows the true real me only I know all my secrets and the things I hide and know when I am hiding my emotions. You look at some one and judge them just by the way they look or talk and dress, but do you really know what is going on? People judge me all the time for how I look, how I dress, how I talk, how I act towards people. You can’t just judge some one when you first meet or see them. Why is it that people judge each other? If you just judge people and not get to see the real them you might just miss out on a nice person. Yes I judge people but I at least give them a chance to prove my judgment wrong.
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What does a normal teen do? What does a normal teen think?
I really do not no. yes I am a teen but when I was 15 ½ I thought about how to take care of my mom if she needed to be changed and when to feed her and when to give her medication. I worried about what would happen to my mom. I had to go shopping for toddler cloths for my little sister and brother. I am 17 now and I still go shopping for little children cloths. I worry about getting my homework done and getting my little brother and sister’s homework done. This year I have to take the kids to kinder garden and I will be in 12th grade. I always worry about what’s going to happen to my mom she is still sick but there’s nothing I can do just keep her in my heart and prayers. I worry about what I will do when its time for me to go to college I will still be taking care of my brother and sister. There’s a lot to do I worry all the time about money things being washed and cleaning and homework. My dad does a lot for me and my sisters and brothers I just wish my big sisters would have stepped up and helped my dad take care me and my little sister and brother but they didn’t now i am trying to do all the things my mom did. It is a lot of work mothers have to do. I thought it was easy but now that I have to do it all I can say mothers are what keeps a family in order. Thanks to all the moms out there. If you have moms don’t take her for granted because you never know what will happen to them.
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the dark is were i belong
i feel i guess wanted
i love the dark it relaxes me
im so use to the cold darkness
its soo dark i can barly see
its so cold n depressing
i cry in the dark
the dark is just were i want be
i stay in the dark to be hiden
i stay in the dark so no 1 can know my emotions
my feelings are lost hiden deep inside and thats how it shall stay....
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you say i act weird and i am weird
if changing my hair color every month and having fun and being goofy n being myself
then yes im weird and i am proud of it
your siting there judging me when imm here having fun
being myself
you people sit and talk about me behind my back and cant say it to my face
im me get over it
BEING WEIRD IS AWSOME!!!!!!!!
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A letter to my mom if she could read it.
I am sorry for the times I would not listen to you and would talk back.
I loved all the times we spent together. We had so much fun together you were a great mom and you were my best friend. Some days I ask god why he let you get so sick but I realize its not gods fault that you’re sick it’s just life and some times bad things happen. Know one knows why it happened but it happened for a reason. Things happen and know one knows why it does we just have to deal with it. I miss you mom a lot some times I cry at night because I miss you so much. I just wish you could come home. It hurts to see you so sick I wish it could all go away. Hope one day you come home I all ways try to go see you at the hospital at least twice a week. Mom I am really sorry how I wouldn’t listen and I talked back. I wish we could turn back time and you wouldn’t be sick. I cry just by writing this letter to you. I just can’t believe you might not be able to ever come home. You won’t be able to see me go to prom or get married if I ever do. Mom I just want you home but that won’t happen you’re to sick and I hope a miracle happens and you get better and come home. Some days I feel like I cant make it through the day but I just remember your spirit and love will all ways be with me every day and you’re always in my heart. I all ways cry when I think about you. When you were sick I dyed my hair purple, blue, hot pink, red, and aqua. People still make fun of me and say I am weird but it’s ok. There is so much things I want to say but I don’t know how to just know I am sorry for how I treated you. I MISS YOU MOM AND LOVE YOU!!
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As a tear rolls down i dont make a sound
i stay still i think what do i do
do i live do i die do i cry
do i go on living this lie
the lie i say all the time,that im okay , im fine, im happy
but really in side im dieing
every day i hear people say your ugly, your weird, the rate on how pretty you are is 0 or 2, why dont you just die
life should be precous, should be fun but all it does is bring pain and sorrow
im sitting here with a knife in my hand thinking what to do
do i keep feeling pain and cry every day
do i stay and get called ugly and stupid and get treated like *****
or should i just end it now
im allways getting teased and made fun of all the time
maybe its time to end it all
is life really worth living?
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people say sisters are there for you to talk to, to look up to, to be there for you know matter what.
well in my case i cant trust my sisters all thy do is judge me and make fun of me jst because im a goody goody and im weird, well i rather be a good girl and weird thn how they wer when they wre my age
i can never count on them and any time i tell them a secret that i dont want any one to find about thhey end up telling every one
i like being myself but my sisters judge me and make fun of me with there friends
i can trust my older brother hes some one i can look up to
some one i trust he doesnt judge me he helps me with my problems
i love my brother
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I am giving up
I am giving up slowly
This may be the death of me
Just have to get out of here
I need to escape
I been housing all these scars and insecurities
The walls are closing in on me
All the pictures and the windows and walls are closing in on me
I don’t know what to do
All alone don’t know how long I can hold on
Just sitting on the ledge waiting for the next move to make
one little step and life can be lost
stand up take a step and now im gone.
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your allways on my mind
but you make me cry
i wanna die why do you make me cry and feel like shit
you say you love me then you make me cry over and over
why o why what did i do so wrong
the moments i need yo the most you make it worse
the moments wheb you need me the most im here and help you
i should go but im dumb and stay
i stay and cry because your not just mine
i know theres others
but im dumb and belive what you say
you lie and i cry
i say i love you
you say it back
but in your mind its not real
why do i stay i need to leave but i cant i love you but to you love is a four letter word so i have 2 words for you GOOD BYE!!
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