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{Saratoga}
by Rebecca Lin15 years
I thought it was different.
I thought we were a real example
and that our problems
were never that big.
For several years
I've been seeing that everything I thought
was wrong.
"Well he's on his medication."
"No, it's not that this time. We're just not as important."
It made me cry when my
mom and dad cursed.
They are the nicest
people in the world.
I thought, besides money,
there was nothing wrong.
Sure, they're still alive,
and grandmas too,
and they're not divorced.
We didn't grow up
just to die.
They have problems too.
"We're not going to go tonight."
And for 15 years
I lived in ignorance
and thoguht we were all
fine
all the time.
And they only thing I do
when I realize this
is write a poem. 11/04/2005 Author's Note: "I tried, but it died."
Posted on 11/05/2005
Copyright © 2024 Rebecca Lin
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Max Phineas on 11/05/05 at 02:01 AM That's beautiful and sad. I hope things get better. It's tough, I know.
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| Posted by Vere Mantratriad on 11/06/05 at 06:55 PM Very sad, that's a hard realization. Good for you for finding your release through poetry. It's mine too. |
| Posted by Allison Smith on 09/21/09 at 12:52 PM A sad, hard realisation indeed. I love this poem. |
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