The girl.

The girl.

A Poem by Broken girl

I’m the girl.


The girl that dreams of the day she can take off


The one who sits by the window thinking of the adventures out there just waiting to be stumbled upon


Who fantasies at night about what the world is like outside of her small town


Or even inside her small town


Freedom is something she has never known


It was taken from her by her parents


Due to fear of what she will become


Protection was their goal


The feelings of imprisonment was their accomplishment


But something they don’t know 


Is that it only builds up inside of her


Till one day


Like waves to a shore


And a heart to pain


She will break


She will open up a side of herself 


Only seen in her dreams


And the adventure will begin


No warnings


No boundaries


She’ll break every rule she’s ever known


Out of spite


For making her stay wondering 


Instead of finding 


Finding who she is


Who she wants to be


Finding joy she’s never known


And that peace inside of her


That every troubled soul longs to find


Leaving her even more broken


Than she was in the beginning.

© 2019 Broken girl


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Well, the sincerity of the words is quite obvious.
I hope you truly appreciate and value your life and make wise decisions. Some parents do get things wrong, but generally most parents have good intentions for their children. So let bygones be bygones, and don't let past hurts and frustration and a grudging and vengeful spirit stop you from having a good quality of living constructively, healthily. So that you can be physically, mentally, psychologically stronger enough to one day be a good and caring parent yourself.

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