Look Through the Window

October 30, 2008
By Jamie Sanchez, La Salle, CO

Whenever I'm down

I look through the door

All I can see is darkness

I look around

There’s no one there

I'm all alone

The problem is

You ruin everything

my childhood, my dreams, my self-esteem

You told me I was beautiful

Made it feel like a crime

Then you told my I was ugly

That crossed the line

Everything you told me

Was a lie

Now that I am older I realize

I need to look to the brighter side

So I turn my back to the door,

And look through the window

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