Not so Little
Smiles not always real,
Constantly afraid to smile
Scars on my heart with,
Questions never answered
Anguish before happiness
Always pleading for help,
Nothing ever happens.
My parents spilt when I was four years old,
I will never forget the screaming voices
Never forget the pain we went through.
Always thinking it was my fault,
Learning how to do things for myself at 8
Now 17 looking back I wouldn't change a thing
They don't understand what they put me through
I'm stronger, smarter, and more loving than what I ever could have been
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