Beloved Foster Mom! ! ! Poem by krystal vincent

Her name was Shannon Ireland.
She abandoned me four days ago from today.
She taught me many things I had never learned before.
I was happy and felt special in everyway.
I love her as if she were my real mom and expected her to be that mother figure I had never had.
She turned her back on me when I least expected it, and made promises she couldn't keep.

I lost my trust in her and people as well.
I hid in a shell.
I wasn't the same person I use to be and I couldn't be myself.
I couldn't smile.
I couldn't laugh or be happy.
I didn't have any hope left.
I didn't fit in anywhere anymore.
I was hurt devastated and depressed.
It was like the hurt from my real mom and dad had came back and a second shot along with that.
I tryed to live my life and be good without being a selfish brat.
That didn't seem to be good enough.
So I learned to not put my trust in people and became tough.
I live my life but not really.
Making mess and trying to survive from the hurt of love.