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There are always at least two sides to a story,

Well... here's mine, even though yo may begin to worry.

I was seven when my life began to end

Most people would think "so young, she had only began"

We moved to a different place

Every where I went was an unfamiliar face.

I couldn't see my gramps or my dad

This life was so much different than the one I had.

I went through child labor and a new school.

Everyone picked on me, making me feel like a fool.

After three years of such a change,

Once again, I had to rearrange.

I am in the 5th grade now expieriencing all new things:

Love, hate, depression, all that life brings.

Friends move, I move, leaving me alone

No on to turn to in this world so cold.

As life goes on with the years going by,

I begin to find interests in guys.

Although I had been teased, I wouldn't let it bring me down,

Apparently, I wasn't the best catch in this town.

I go through deppression and start running away,

Leaving me alone with more grief and hell to pay.

I hate my step-father and what he's done to the family

We are on a downward spiral week by week.

I think I am fat so I don't eat a thing.

But in a life anerexia is all that brings.

While other girls in my school started the "change",

All I did was stay exactly the same.

After four years I am in highschool now and I find new friends,

But once again, all good things come to an end.

Friends betray and I feel unwanted.

Saying things that weren't expected.

I have had several boyfriends that lead me on.

Why oh why did my life begin?

Heart break is the worst thing to have

Unfortunatly, I have expierienced it several times 1st hand.

I now sit here wondering where went the life I lived

I loved it so much as a kid.

I grew up so fast not being able to handle what came my way.

Having sex at the age of 16, being pregnant might be the price to pay.

I never thought I would live the life I have.

But that might be the result of never seeing my dad.

I love him with all my heart

But not seeing him but six times a year will throw us apart.

I know he loves me and he cares

But it doesn't matter if he's never there.

Being married three times my mom feels guilty for alot of things

Not being there for small stuff:burns and beestings.

Being paranoid and stressed,

Doesn't let you lead a life that's blessed

I hope one day I can find a life that will satisfy me,

But until then, I guess I should let things be what they are And what they'll be.