You're angry, you're tormented and you're sad
To say the very least
But, my dear child, you're at the good part
You haven't nearly reached the bad
You don't want to be young
You want to be grown
When you're grown you're not told what to do
And you won't be told you're always wrong
Good luck, my dear, eighteen is five years away
Things will get WORSE before they get better
You're going through hell; hoping for heaven
Breaking and bleeding every step of the way
But remember: things will get better....if you live through this nightmare
Author notes
HI!
Um....this is my first entry, I may enter again!
This is based on a few of your options! It was based on the song by Pink [Confessions...], it was a thriteen lined poem, and it involved a thirteen year old person!
lol, I hope I did okay! This isn't my normal type of writing, lol. I usually write happy stuff!
But I hope you enjoyed it, anyway. Thanks for reading!
A contest entry
- Conversations with my 13 year old self... by artemis the hunter.
190 points, ended October 26, 2007, 20 entries
Honorable mention
• next story in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think of it? Please! lol!
Comments
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I really enjoyed this poem, you did a great job of this, good luck in the contest.
Sarah
beginning: 3, language: 3, plot: 3, ending: 3, dialog: 3, characters: 3.
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Wow. This was pretty good Tay! The rhyme scheme kinda threw me off at first, but that's fine. I really loved this, it was great, and oh so true.
True, it isn't your normal type of writing, but I like how you're experimenting with new poetry genres. GO YOU!
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I liked this! It is true. Sorry to break you out of your happy style. Thanks for entering and good luck.
beginning: 5, language: 5, plot: 5, ending: 5, dialog: 5, characters: 5.
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