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  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Experience >> ID #1075704  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
Happiness
a poetic reflection of my life
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sigh
Current mood: drained
Category: Life


life stinks sometimes, ya know.

Who, as children ever think that when they grow up they would be stuck doing someting that was never in their plans.

For instace, what little girl says, "when I grow up, I want to be a stripper!"

Or like my self, I never once thought that my dreams would not come true. They were simple dreams too. As a child all I ever wanted to be was a wife and mother.

Yet here I am, single. Taking care of my mother while working a dead end job, struggling to make ends meet.

I am so tired of being the strong one. For once I would like to do something that's just for me. To have some one take care of me and give me the chance to relax, and have time that is just for my self.

I never get to be alone, to enjoy my self, to go out and have fun.

Date. Hah, I've never even been out on a date before. I've never had a boy friend, I've never been kissed. Depressing isn't it. *don't answer that*

Well, things can always go up, someday I will get my happiness.





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