My Life Story Poem by chrissy arc

You see my mother made a really hard decision that day of
March 23 1983 she gave her first daughter away
With the thoughts that she would have a better life
One that she thought she would be a part everyday.
Little by little that small girl grew such a spitting image of her
Mother.
But then a new man came in to her life.
One she thought would love her for all time.
One day this man took it upon himself
To relieve his frustration upon a young minor her self.
Planting his seed of destruction
Making way for a grand implosion
Mother against daughter
Daughter against man
What type of justice is there for such a crime?
A full life ahead of him with children and dreams and
Fulfillments.
While his dirty little secret runs wild at night.
Many years went by nothing spoken between my mother and me.
It felt like my life was nothing but a lie.
Going from different foster homes, one after the other
Trying to find my place in this world and understand why me
Finally finding a father figure
Hoping for my knight with his shinning armor.
What a fake just another mistake.
Alone on my own only trying to find my home
Many friends come and go but one found a place in my heart
A man and children what a different place
Im running at such a slower pace
But I feel like I can finish this race
Many years go by and you think all is well
Though many days were bad many memories were good
You thought you did all that you could.
But here comes disappointment just as it should.
The people you trusted with your already shattered heart
Betray you in the worst possible way.
Leaving with not much to say.
Wondering why you have been handed such a horrible life
With so much sorrow and strife
Betrayed by a mother and father
Betrayed by a friend I considered a sister
Betrayal of a man I thought I could understand.
Tell me does anybody know when should I take my stand.
Bury this deep inside and just swallow my pride.
Walk with my head held high
3 beautiful children make it easy to put my pain aside
And continue with my life.
A mother long lost coming back for a hand
A child in pain it all seemed to be in vain
Taken to soon by the angel of death
Not enough time to deal with this mess
I lay my head down I cant deal with the stress.
Months have gone by I still wonder why
Could I have been a better daughter, mother, wife, and friend?
Would the cards have played out different?
Would the pain be less?
Or would my life have still been this crazy mess