October 21, 2009
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She said it wasn’t her fault
(But nothing ever is),
It’s weird being alone when you can only crawl
Still having to wear a bib.

“We’re still friends,” she always said
“Nothing has really changed,”
But deep down I knew that it had
And from then on my life was rearranged.

Whose house is it this weekend?
It didn’t matter to me,
Whoever I was with the tears would begin-
to fall endlessly.

“I can’t choose!”
I would shout, for the world to hear,
“I want you both in one house,
I want you both near.”

Being only two of age
Doesn’t mean you’re clueless;
I still felt enraged
Wish I had a household that wasn’t flawless.

I would cry myself to sleep at night
Wondering how come?
Everything may have turned out all right,
But the normalcy was gone.

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connellys said...
Oct. 29, 2009 at 5:37 pm
I am glad that you wrote this ballad because I know how you feel because like you, my parents divorced when I was young. Even though I did not know exactly what was going on, it was still hard. When you said, "I can't choose!" It makes it clear that even thought parents say that you do not have to choose, it still feels that way, and you may feel like you are going to end up hurting the other person's feelings. Also, when you said, "Everything may have turned out all ... (more »)
Chelsea A. replied...
Nov. 2, 2009 at 7:26 pm
Thank you so much! It really means a lot that someone appreciated my poem:) The points you made about what I meant in those two lines were correct. You really grasped the concept of what I was trying to say.
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