My Dreams Poem by BRIDGEY Richards

Each night I go to bed wondering one thing,
Will I ever be free from my parents who don’t let us do anything?
Sometimes I think no I won’t
But then I remember the ones who love me,
This is my world, my life,
I can be whoever I want
I have two grandmothers who love me very much,
Alls I have to do is call out to them,
But it is so hard at times.
What can I do?
I hate living like this,
I hate not being able to be free,
I hate being all worried,
I wish I could just disappear,
Never be seen again,
I guess that isn’t going to happen though?
What do I have to do?
Do I have to run?
No, that shouldn’t have to happen?
Do I have to speak and be scared?
Yes and No, I have to speak out WITHOUT being scared
Do I have to talk to my parents even though they will yell?
Yes, I do.
If I do I will be grounded,
But that’s a chance I must take,
I shouldn’t have to be put through this,
I shouldn’t be scared to go home.
But I am and I can’t do anything
Though I want to get out sooner than later,
I know deep down,
THAT WILL NOT HAPPEN,
I have friends who love me,
They will help me through this.
I swear even though this may hurt,
I will make it out alive,
With or without a full family.
Each night, I dream,
It’s my dream of happy days,
Where I am at my favorite place,
Far away from all the hurt,
Away from all the pain,
It is hurting me....
I want to run,
I want to scream,
I want to disappear,
And never be heard from or seen again.
I guess that won’’t happen though will it?
WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO?
I should be able to see,
I should be able to do what I have to do,
I should be able to hear,
But You make me so blind: (
Each night, I dream,
It’s my dream, but they are of sadness,
Disappearance of a once happy life.
I want it to be happy,
Let me out of this life,
When I’m at my grandmas’ house,
I can be me,
Not pertending to be someone I’m not,
When I’m around my friends,
I don’t have to pertend,
If it wasn’t for those people,
I would have been gone long ago.
Iworry about my sisters,
They have to deal with it,
When they are still very young,
They are my sister, my responbsiblity to look after,
I will defend them with everything I have,
I LOVE THEM VERY MUCH!
Why can this just end?
It’s my dad’s fault,
Waking up at midnight,
Scared to death,
Life falling apart,
My world crashing down on me...
Should all of this be happening?
No...But it is my dream, each night,
While I sleep, I dream of my favorite place,
The place where I can forget about all this,
About everything that’s happening,
School,
Parents,
Home,
Men,
Women,
And so much more...
I dream of my favorite place,
MY GRANDMOTHERS’ HOUSE...
I am free, Free to be who I want to be,
My parents just yell for everything,
My grandma;
Calming,
Understanding,
It’s the grandmas’ I’ve always wanted.
Now I wait patiantly,
For the day to come when I AM FREE! ! ! ! ! ! !
My dream, is of happiness,
Where no one will yell,
It is far fetched,
But I have to imagine it will happen,
If not I will fall apart,
I won’t be able to get back up...
So let me dream,
DO NOT wake me up,
I will never sleep again if I do AWAKE.
This is my dream,
Don’t ruin it,
Don’y say it won’t happen,
Because I have faith,
I trust my heart will tell me the right thing.
I go to bed each night,
hoping; praying for that day...
When it comes I WILL SING OUT! ! ! !
I cry every night before bed...
I hug myself telling myself it will be okay...
I talk to myself saying don’t worry,
You can hide it anytime...
When really I can’t....
Each night, I dream,
It’s my dream of happy days,
Where I am at my favorite place,
Where no one can hurt me,
Where no one can tell me that I’m a bad girl...