Born in 95
I was born in 1995
I never once try to remember my younger years
I don’t often reflect on the past
At 10 my mother became sick and my father became angry
At 12 I became best friends with the girl who would save my life
At 16 my father left my house leaving behind a shattered past
And I’ve never looked back at that day once
Some people know about technology some about fashion
I know depression
Some people know how to dance or every line of a famous song
I recite medication
I’ve slept a lot and I’ve slept very little
I’ve known many people over the years of my life but yet there is no one
I feel I know
At 15 they wanted to commit me
At 16 I wrote my first novel in less than a year
But never finished,
At 17 I joined an art class and finished three paintings
At 6 I met my first best friend
I never traveled before
In ’09 I started to fight back
They tried telling me I was a bad person
They lied
Nor was I hurt by my father’s accusations
In ’11 I kissed the prettiest girl in the whole state
In ’12 I spent my days underneath my covers
Praying I’d feel better
I was jealous of the smiles in magazines
I didn’t envy the girls my father choose over me
I deceived myself
I never spoke what I was feeling
I drank when I couldn’t cope
I earned my respect from people I never knew
Out of embarrassment from others I hid
I lied so I could finally for once save myself
But I also lied to protect someone not worth protecting
I’ve ridden in my despair all the way to hopes alter
Most people have never felt this
I never once try to remember my younger years
I don’t often reflect on the past
At 10 my mother became sick and my father became angry
At 12 I became best friends with the girl who would save my life
At 16 my father left my house leaving behind a shattered past
And I’ve never looked back at that day once
Some people know about technology some about fashion
I know depression
Some people know how to dance or every line of a famous song
I recite medication
I’ve slept a lot and I’ve slept very little
I’ve known many people over the years of my life but yet there is no one
I feel I know
At 15 they wanted to commit me
At 16 I wrote my first novel in less than a year
But never finished,
At 17 I joined an art class and finished three paintings
At 6 I met my first best friend
I never traveled before
In ’09 I started to fight back
They tried telling me I was a bad person
They lied
Nor was I hurt by my father’s accusations
In ’11 I kissed the prettiest girl in the whole state
In ’12 I spent my days underneath my covers
Praying I’d feel better
I was jealous of the smiles in magazines
I didn’t envy the girls my father choose over me
I deceived myself
I never spoke what I was feeling
I drank when I couldn’t cope
I earned my respect from people I never knew
Out of embarrassment from others I hid
I lied so I could finally for once save myself
But I also lied to protect someone not worth protecting
I’ve ridden in my despair all the way to hopes alter
Most people have never felt this