Where Is She?

March 4, 2011
She was a good girl.

She could laugh,

She could sing,

She could dance.

She could do all of that without a college guy in her pants.

She held her breath when she passed the smokers.

Saying she'd never do as they did.
She'd tell me how she hated liars.

And posers.

And the druggies in her school.

But that was before someone broke her.
Now she's sixteen.

Now she's a sinner.

Now she's a smoker.

Now I'm the one who holds my breath around her.

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Duane said...
Apr. 11, 2011 at 2:19 pm
just hang in there and it will get better god is on your side.
Duane said...
Apr. 11, 2011 at 2:17 pm
I know how you feel just hang in there and don't do drugs.
twisted2013 said...
Apr. 8, 2011 at 8:47 pm
omg i love it sounds like what happened to me and a very close friend ov myn
brax34 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 8, 2011 at 3:43 pm
i know too many people that this poem relates to too well...
xXFadedFlowerXx said...
Apr. 6, 2011 at 5:18 pm
I love this poem, i can definitely relate to it in many aspects.
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