Coming backA Poem by Cassandra JaneThis is a poem about my struggles going through treatment. P:S: this is my first poemShe had left in a rush silently without word but she wasn't worried nobody would know yet the new school failed just as the last Kids whom she could barely remember started rumors and would scorn, Insults build up, laying heavy on the heart, Words turned into fists and yells, fights broke out leaving her alone, her parents lost faith, she was truly all alone, wanting an escape, she did the unthinkable but was caught by her mother she was dragged to the ward and discarded like trash, only to be pushed past her boundaries the police were called as she told the story charges were filed, but she didn't go home off to another hospital she was shown, Home, she was home for only a few more weeks before she was taken away in the middle of the night, woken up in North Carolina to a small camp called Trails, 3 months she was forced to walk making fire with only a rock, the nights were the worst, when she felt all alone, rain would bring the thunder, wet nights ensued with only a small tarp, separating the sky's tears from the small girl below She remembered her parents promise of a trip all she had to do was her time, Little did she know all that was a lie shipped off to Utah She joined a house Full of older girls that would get strung out for fun, But here they could not and the anger would build and they took it out on no one else but her months of torment she learned to keep quiet, even the one person who was to supposed to help turned a blind eye to the feelings she felt, learning to suppress better than ever she worked her butt off in attempt to go home 7 months of extreme torture she had finally worked her way towards closure Home, she thought of as a place of the past, she sat upon the last plane ride back, She didn't recognize her own room, the driveway seemed crooked and the shingles a different shade, But she still didn’t feel whole, Wanting the final closure, she forced herself to go back to the place where her life went to shambles, her younger brother a 3rd grader at the same school, So she walked through the front doors, drawing eyes upon her as well the few blank stares of people who had forgotten she had went there, Stepping up the stairs To reach the place where the bullies and innocents where almost done with class, she stood with confidence in the middle of it all as students began to stream out, listening to people screaming her name she was shocked back to the present, putting on her best fake smile she showed them all No one could end the legacy, of Cassandra Jane Foster © 2021 Cassandra JaneAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorCassandra JaneSeattle, WAAboutI'm 16 year old with a troubled past I write occasionally and honestly just want to share my story. more..Writing
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