Pushed Away
I was a broken young girl,
When I was brought to the world.
Nobody would ever calm me down-
My face would always be in a frown.
Anyone who would come near,
I’d send running with a bunch of tears.
This was how I pushed people away,
Even when I just wanted them to stay.
As people came and ran away,
I would dread the pain of yesterday.
Every day I became more lonely,
Even though happiness was what I was showing.
I used this pattern to protect myself;
I pushed away any help.
I pushed people away to prevent more pain,
But the pain came from pushing people away.
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