Treasure Island

Ashley Davis

(10/27/91 / Dallas, tx)

I Was


I was pissed and upset
I wanted to do something...
Anything!
To hurt and disappoint them like they did me.
I wanted to get even.
I knew it wasn't my fault...what had happened,
But at the time I didn't care.
I wasn't about to let them walk all over me...
Not again...Not ever again!
I wasn't sure what I was wanting,
And it didn't matter,
I was going to prove,
I wasn't a little girl!

Submitted: Friday, June 27, 2008
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  • Matt Mooney (7/14/2009 4:33:00 PM)

    You have said it all so well-in a nutshell.You have graduated line by line. Stay on the poetic train.It will be your inebriation without the usual hangovers and regrets.
    Your poem is honest in the extreme yet brilliantly crafted and thoroughly enjoyable. (Report) Reply

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