What Happened? Poem by Hannah Diane Williams

What happened to the way it was...
The way things used to be?
The jokes we used to share?
The days without so much pain?
I want to go back to the days
Where the biggest problem
Was choosing between tag
And Hide N Go Seek.
You had all your friends,
What other people thought didn't matter,
And where everyone
You cared about was there.
Those days you were so carefree,
And only wanted
To play in the mud,
And get away with not wearing dresses,
Or without taking a bath.

Why does it always have to be a fight?
You think you're perfect,
But you tell me
That's what I think of myself.
But I don't, believe me,
I don't.
I know I'm not perfect.
You don't have to remind me
Every day of my life.

I know I'm not good enough,
And never will be.
I'm always everyone's second,
If not last, choice.
No one wants me.
How could they want this piece of trash?
That's all I am to anybody....
I'm nothing more than a piece of trash
Rotting in the bottom of a dumpster.