Feelings of A Lost Girl

I find it displeasing that as you grow up

 

you start to notice the elders you once looked up to don’t match the perspective you once had.

 

I think it’s sad when you see you girl whine over the break up they once had knowing good and well they have more to complain about.

 

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I don't understand the meaning of sympathy sometimes.

 

Especially when you don’t have the empathy to back it up.

 

And I don’t know why I always get frustrated when I cry

 

and how I’m scared of what people think of me inside.

 

I’ve always been the one to analyze every situation that I observe.

 

What I don’t understand the most, Is what my purpose really is on this earth.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
Our world

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