when i think back to when i was under 10
my mates used to wear the matchin demin jackets
like a young girl would
but not me, with every thing that was happening
at the time i couldnt be the little girl i wanted to be
now im just the horrible me
poeple say its best to be independent
but a young little girl should be dependent on her parents
but mine split up hardly ever got to see my dad as he
was drugged up to the eyeballs
my mum was on drugs with all her
druggy mates, and i had to be independent on my self
but its to late to be the little girl i always wanted to be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this poem, is so sad. Its a dash into your life, people know how hard it is for parents being split up and this poem allows us to relate.